full of nothing
I inadvertently topped off the half empty jar of all purpose flour with the half full bag of self-rising flour leaving me with a substance that was good for nothing. Finn and I took the jar out to the deck and threw handfuls into the woods, watching the dusty clouds of flour drift in the breeze and settle on the dry brown leaves.
manuscripts don’t burn
Despite a backlog of previously acquired and still undocumented thrift store used book scores, this copy of The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov demanded immediate attention. Attempts to check this out from the local library have revealed that all cataloged copies have been misplaced in a variety of appropriately hellish bureaucratic ways. I haven’t read The Master and Margerita in more than ten years. This is the first English translation, and I know that it has its critics, but this is the translation that I read previously, and I am excited to read it again.
(gorgeous cover illustration by Robert Goldstrom)
category II weapons
…any “martial arts” device (e.g., Chinese Star, nunchakus, dart, etc.) miscellaneous devices such as swords, sword/knife canes, ice picks, chains, bow and arrows, brass/metal knuckles, object placed on fingers, in hands, or on fists or knuckles to provide a “loaded fist,” etc. (Code of Conduct & Discipline Handbook for Fulton County Elementary School Students, Parents, & Staff, pg. 10-11)
- Category I Weapons include guns and bombs.
- Category II Weapons include almost everything else which “school administration could reasonably conclude as being used as a weapon.”
- Category III Weapons includes three specific items: plastic disposable razors, “look-alike” firearms, and sling shots. (I like to imagine that this category was created in response to a single incident that involved all three items.)
We have to remind the girls daily that they cannot take their ninja stars or sword canes to school with them to school, but I think they still occasionally conceal brass knuckles in the bottom of their backpacks.
(image via Escape from New York)
sunday afternoon walk
It has been raining here for two weeks straight. The sun comes out occasionally, but the clouds of steam that it provokes from the ground make outdoor activities unbearable. The best time to go outside is right before it rains when the air is thick yet cool. Today, however, we just walked through the rain.
(I belong to the) Blank Generation - Richard Hell and the Voidoids
I was sayin let me out of here before I was
even born—it’s such a gamble when you get a face
I don’t usually weigh in on such matters, but since it seems to be topical*, I will make an exception. Generation X is the single greatest name for a generation ever. It totally rips the hell out of the lame ass tendency to label imaginary and arbitrary temporal aggregations of population by reducing it to its essentials. Is there even any competition? Millenials, give me a break, about as apocalyptic as a jelly donut. Generation Y, why indeed? How does it feel to be a sequel? Baby Boomers, is something that happens in a diaper.
I will admit that Lost Generation is a tiny bit kick-ass, but I am waiting for Last Generation to break out. End Of Message
also happy friday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
*ha!
twenty thousand, one hundred ninety-two (last night)
Even with the two hour rain delay, it was a fun night. Watching the grounds crew do their stuff to maintain the field in the downpour was actually a pretty good show. There was some kind of chalk emergency when they pulled the tarp off of the infield which required snow shovels and fresh dirt and chalk. Totally fascinating.
We didn’t even have to tip the usher to upgrade our seats from nosebleeds to the terrace. We could have moved closer, but these were dry.
