Category Archives: About Last Night

About … last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that. We’re not lazy, we are deliberate. That’s it, deliberate.

Someone Saved my Life Tonight

As STIFF Records once noted, if you were born in ’33, you’ll be 45 in ’78. Continue reading

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Life is But a Dream

Her arms are ropy and pliant, muscular but without anchor, and she means to keep me here, in this indistinct gasping place. Continue reading

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In the (Twin) City

The first thing I see as we drive into Minneapolis is a dead man. Continue reading

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The Mews of Avenue A

The last time I saw her show, Ms. La Nive did her set dressed entirely in bubble-wrap. This is not really as sexy as a guy might hope. Continue reading

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The Photographer’s Notebook

In which the Ties That Bind dangle a bit, waiting for someone to Saddle Up and Take The Reins. Or at least tie a reasonable half-hitch. Continue reading

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What Good Luck! What Bad Luck!

In which a right powerful bottle of beer arrives at a modest price at an untoward hour of morning. Continue reading

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What You Hear is What We Got

Notes from the blogosphere, in which summer camp was even worse than you might have imagined. Continue reading

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Of Course It’s Got an ‘Ole in It

Round and round and round it goes, and where it stops — whoops! What happened to my top? Continue reading

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I Washed My Hands in Filthy Water

Take me to the river, drop me in the water. Ewww! Continue reading

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Sun of a Beach

On birds and sun, girls and beach, fire and change, and being kinda sorta in love on the inside of your head. Continue reading

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