Posts Tagged ‘animals’

As I write this, our household contends with finishing off a bird murder. Sort of like animal kingdom Cluedo, only the assailant wasn’t doing much about concealing his crime, proud as he was of it.  My bung-eyed crying jag started long before Bax tried to deposit a half-dead bird amongst the presents under the Christmas tree […]


(And here, now.) I think I might have just been on my way to bed. But my Morrissey hits (yes, hits) marathon hasn’t quite finished playing out and I have half a glass of wine just sitting here… Plus it needs to be at least midnight before I can even begin to entertain the idea […]


emo moose

08Oct10

  This is my cousin Marie standing in front of her paintings at the opening of her group show this week. I like how she’s holding her handbag and her paintings are of bags. We didn’t plan it that way. I am in study quarantine on a Friday night. Simon and our house guests have […]


  I live at the edge of the universe, like everybody else. That line has been stuck in my head for days. I think I know what it’s doing there. I think I do. I just wish I knew how the poem goes on, off the top of my head, but I don’t. And I […]


Tonight (Matthew) I was going to talk about escapism, but now I’m not. Now I’ve got blog stagefright. Or maybe I just have nothing to say. Earlier this evening it felt like I had a lot to talk about. Stuff about whether I am barking up the wrong tree or chasing my tail to no avail, […]


I think we might have distilled a little bit of dipso-genius right here at the kitchen table this evening. Hit the communal ideas jackpot. Put our heads together to good effect, stormy-brained, flourishing our metaphorical whiteboard markers. Riffing on the tenuous until it’s tenable. Or at least tuneful, even if still a bit ridiculous. I’ve been […]


I just found out the meaning of holding pattern, for real. I thought it meant something completely different. Sort of like a holding pen. Somewhere where you keep agitated hens, or slaughter-ready pigs. I think that’s what I thought it was, beyond just being an expression, I mean. Today I had a ghostwriting dilemma. For […]