Isn’t the Light OK?

Carla and I are lean­ing against a rock on Church Street in Burling­ton, VT, enjoy­ing the unsea­son­ably warm Novem­ber day. The scene sur­round­ing us is a per­fect cross sec­tion of hip­pie and hip­ster, col­lege kids and dropouts. Peo­ple rush in and out of cafes, book­stores and the occa­sional chain retail mon­stros­ity.
We’re eat­ing warm, fresh kettle […]

By now in the his­tory of this lit­tle blog, can I assume any­one read­ing is famil­iar with Tom O’Dell and his won­der­fully bizarre late-night cutlery-hawking enter­prise?
If not, click the links. I’ll be here when you get back.
Caught up? Good.
One of the ben­e­fits of mov­ing in with my mother-in-law our land­lady is that we get to share her […]

Screw the con­ven­tional blog­ging wis­dom (ie. “don’t apol­o­gize or oth­er­wise even acknowl­edge that you haven’t been post­ing”). This is not an apol­ogy, just an update of sorts. If noth­ing else, it’s for me, so I can keep tabs on just where the days have gone.

Carla and I decided, for rea­sons emo­tional and finan­cial, to put our […]

I dis­cov­ered a few weeks ago that my inner critic sounds a lot like Jay Sher­man. And not Jay Sher­man as nor­mally seen in any episode of The Critic, but Jay Sher­man locked up in a men­tal hos­pi­tal in a crossover bit from The Simp­sons episode “Hur­ri­cane Neddy” where all he can do is repeat […]

Tues­day night I sat in on a songwriter’s group in Brunswick, orga­nized by Jud Caswell. We did quite a bit of “object writ­ing,” ie. tak­ing an object, per­son, or sit­u­a­tion, and describ­ing it in as much sen­sory detail as pos­si­ble, with­out wor­ry­ing about rhyme, meter, or even basic prose. The idea is just to […]