hallway mullet
Just passed a guy in the hallway who had a top shelf mullet and was wearing leather pants. I'm tempted to lie and say parachute pants, but I want to be on the level with you. He has no idea how happy he just made me.
Just passed a guy in the hallway who had a top shelf mullet and was wearing leather pants. I'm tempted to lie and say parachute pants, but I want to be on the level with you. He has no idea how happy he just made me.
By a lingering headcold, but I'm at work for about a 5 hour day. Much to say about things, soon. Stay tuned...both of you.
Beckett, Lester, and Papelbon...sounds like the 90's Braves rotations. & Wakefield, he'll pitch into his fifties. Hansen at the back end. Bright days if the arms are for real.
Pay Pal is indeed working. Thanks for those orders, they shipped Saturday and today.
Dog tired today. About to leave work, walk the dog, start a fire, make dinner, play basketball, take a shower, fall asleep. Repeat because it is necessary. Pay day tomorrow. Joy. Should I skip basketball and work on books? Sanity or productivity? Do they need to be mutually exclusive? Aren't they related? What if I work tonight and go to the gym tomorrow? Why am I asking you? Who are you anyway?
wind quickens
Joel Sloman is the author of those poems, both of which can be found in Stops. Thanks to everyone who played along.
Poem #1 and poem #2 (not actual poem titles) posts are written by the same author, the first person who can identify that author will receive a free copy of Coltsfoot Insularity, a collaboration between Aaron Tieger and myself. The is no limit on the number of guesses you can make. The rest of you can email me if you are interested in a copy, or wait for the Fewer & Further Press page to post, which should be within the week once Pay Pal has been finalized. If you are excited, you should be.
Skeletons replace masses.
Stands of slim-stemmed peonies.
Of being a student worker. The one who works with me called in this morning with a sore throat. Doesn't top the phone call saying, I'm tired this morning so I'm going to take the day off. I don't mind so much, though the work accumulates, frankly I'm just jealous I can't do the same. When she is here, she is a gift, so so much for complaining.
Our local pub, which shall remain nameless, has the good fortune of having a cask conditioned version of the Berkshire Brewing Company's Imperial Stout on tap at the present time. This is one of the finest Imperial Stouts that you will find, it compares favorably to Brooklyn's Black Chocolate Stout. Brooklyn is an all time favorite of mine, up there with Coolidge, Ceravolo, ribs, Burt Lancaster, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Bemsha Swing, &tc-- so this is not a comparison to be taken lightly.
Coltsfoot Insularity should be completed by the end of the day on Sunday (if not sooner), keep your eyes peeled here for more details on how to order this gem.