Blurgh, I'm getting a cold.

Good meal at Pescadou tonight with realitylost. Onion soup, blanquette de veau.

I spent a fair amount of time today working on some scripts for work, and a fair amount of time chasing the cat around the house. Now she’s asleep so I can finish up the scripts. Unfortunately I just got a cold. Hope you didn’t get it too, Susie.

I just finished reading Double Down, by Steven and Frederick Barthelme. Recommended. It’s the account of two brothers, writers and professors at a college in Mississippi, who became obsessive gamblers and lost a quarter million dollars at the boats down there. They were eventually charged with felony blackjack cheating. Quite a story in its own, and the heartbreak of their family and upbringing is woven into the story beautifully. I had always thought that Donald Barthelme, the famous short story writer, was their father, but he was just a much older brother.

I received no less than five (5) disturbing weblinks today from a combination of odradak, bruisedhips, and one other person. Thanks, team!

Mmm, Barenjäger.

It’s the only sweet drink I really like, and so good for a sore throat. Mmmm.

Worst Idea Jeans Beverage

Beer with.. aww just click.

The name is fairly precious, also. What the hell is going on in corporate America?

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Steve Reed's blog

Syndicated here as carbomb_blog

Because he’s Steve and he’s magic. I hope he posts lots more pictures of the destroyed house.

across the wide missouri

Went to see Richard Thompson’s “1000 Years of Popular Music” show with redmaenad at the Barclay.

As usual with RT he put on a great show with some ouchy bits. He’s a sea of great talent with a few islands of mediocrity. The very old stuff (Summer is icumen in, the medieval Italian ballad, etc.) were great. Later stuff, especially American pop, dragged badly.

He did sing one of those wonderfully depressing Scots ballads about mothers murdering their children though, which is always a crowd-pleaser. And “Shenandoah”, which is one of my favorite songs. All the stuff about the Missouri River in that song stirs for me severe homesickness for Kansas City, a place I only spent nine months in. For some reason KC calls to me more than any place I’ve lived, perhaps because I was alone and happy there.

He did his usual fine rendition of the Britney hit and ended with Bowling for Soup. Also, “Out of an Orange Colored Sky” was kick-ass. Not so much with his Squeeze cover or a really dreary rendition of a Kinks number.

I really do miss Kansas City and Lawrence. Beautiful seasons, quiet, nice people, and that wonderful feeling of being alone and exploring a new place. I never thought I’d be nostalgic for cold scabby trees in the dead of winter next to Kill Creek.