i’m your color-commentator.

Me again! As you know, I am a fan of sporting events, and have become an unexpected fan of hockey in the process, for more than just the pretzels at Mariucci Arena and all the hot goaltender-roughing action. I mean, really, I kinda like hockey a lot now. It’s weird. Last night, I went to a Twins game with my ...

she calls polenta ‘potentilla’

Happy Mittwoch! While I was out of town, I asked Mother Ripley if she’d stop in and check on my cattle, because they resort to hooliganism when I’m gone. She said she went over Sunday morning, and they were all very subdued. She didn’t refill the huge bowls of food I’d left, because they’d hardly touched them. She gave them ...

worth 10,000 words

I am back! Just like I threatened promised. I’m not sure if you know this, but I love California. LOVE it. Although I don’t have time to type about my trip tonight, I’m dying to show you some photos, so here are ten! Careful, they are somewhat sizeable. la from griffith park santa monica yeah, baby. me in malibu cabrillo ...

there’s a rhythm to my scatter; each breath completes a plan

And now! I will tell you the story of Chico. I confess that sometimes I drive past that little cardboard sign on 35th Street right by the freeway exit and consider calling the ‘Junk Cars Towed Free’ people. Sometime back in the long-forgotten wintry months, I was probably taking a corner too fast and bumped something onto the center console ...