So I kind of have a thing for Danskos.
Burrito
11/24/2009
This is Zelda.
She doesn’t get featured around these parts much. She’s not a goofy clown like our pug, Truman, and she’s not the dynamic powerhouse of human growth and developmental milestones that M is. She’s just… Zelda. Steady, even, stable. And the best fucking cat in the whole goddamn world.
Ink
11/22/2009
I began and ended my 20s in the 1990s, a decade during which body modification became the norm for people of my generation. It is, in fact, no exaggeration to say that I have a difficult time thinking of a single close Gen-X era friend who isn’t inked or pierced or otherwise creatively modified in some fashion. And, throughout the course of the 90s, I’d been regularly encouraged and cajoled by tattooed friends to consider getting inked myself, but it smacked of fadishness to me back then, and I’m nothing if not contrarian where that sort of thing is concerned.
Prophet
11/20/2009
I don’t believe in magic.
I’m not even what you’d call a spiritual person, honestly. I was raised in the Catholic church, a religious community I abandoned when, around age nine or ten, I listened to a priest who stood before our congregation and heard him, in so many oblique words, tell us that we could buy our way into Heaven (or, alternately, miser our way into Hell, one supposes). I was a kid at the time, sure, but even then I knew that wasn’t right.
Bob Dylan, "Shelter From The Storm" (live, 1976)
11/18/2009
Just a wee reminder, as though you needed one, of what a fucking badass Bob Dylan is (and was):
