tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163358112008-07-29T14:20:11.074-07:00Out to Seasitenoisenoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16335811.post-75555648450472695492007-09-05T14:24:00.000-07:002008-07-01T15:43:53.693-07:00Same as it ever wasSome young christian girl "borrowed" this picture of Sunny (from an earlier post—two years ago!) to illustrate a poem about loss. I like it, except for the line about email. It rings weird.
I mean, the whole country music vocabulary seems valid. "My telephone's not ringing and I'm sure it's still not you", or something like that.
Dear John. OK. Achy Breaky Butt. Whatever.
But email? My inBox?
sitenoisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16335811.post-1128920339784365152005-10-09T20:56:00.000-07:002006-09-16T23:49:47.233-07:00The Anti-Meter Maid
I visited Sausilito for the first time after having lived in The City for umpteen years. It didn't do much for me and I doubt I will repeat.
I was struck by the number of people in wheelchairs and other mobile-assistive devices along the main drag of shopping and shops. I wondered about it for a while.
As I was feeding our parking meter a woman hustled past and put a quarter in the meter forsitenoisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16335811.post-1127748487188440832005-09-26T00:07:00.000-07:002006-11-20T18:33:08.716-08:00The Liar's ClubShe married the man who stole her virginity.
She drove him to jail so he wouldn’t be embarrassed as he faced rape charges, so she wouldn’t be embarrassed. She did this with her little girl still inside her ... to save face. She never cried.
She left her homeland to escape motherhood; borrowed money to pay gangsters for a marriage, a chance at a new life. She never lived with her second husbandsitenoisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16335811.post-1126673815946865562005-09-11T22:55:00.000-07:002005-09-19T00:14:11.383-07:00Don't walk awaysitenoisenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16335811.post-1126671435701275232005-09-10T21:01:00.000-07:002005-09-19T00:17:55.530-07:00Belgian BeerDelirium Tremens The best of the bunch. Clear, crisp, effervescent, and enough taste to last a savory moment. Not as creamy or fruity as the Chamay Triple.
10
Triple Grimbergen A little more body than Delirium Tremens, but not quite the clarity.
10
Double Grimbergen Too Darkish and like that.
6
Chamay Gold Label Molassesy. Darker than expected, but clear and without burden. Not bitter, slightlysitenoisenoreply@blogger.com