There are many lovely things about working from home, especially when it rains twenty days in a row. You’re warm and dry, and the coffee is always good. But most wonderfully, every time you sit down and open your laptop, warm things come out of nowhere and get all snuggly-like.
Watermelon is what we would mouth on stage when we wanted to make it look like we were talking, its vowels and consonants conveniently aligned just so: Creating the illusion of babble. Muted. An artifice of conversation. Watermelon, watermelon. Watermelon? Watermelonwatermelon! The tongue curls, the lips purse. Oh? Watermelon.
It was raining outside and we had both run under the awning of the dance studio for shelter when the strange man suddenly began speaking to me in French. It was an assuming, confident French — none of this “pardon, mais parlez-vous francais, parce que . . .” but a “hi there, how are ya”, [...]
When you’re away, the cat howls at the ceiling like a wolf. Hours and hours he’ll go on like that. I don’t know how to make him stop. “Jack,” I’ll say. “Jack Jack.” I’ll check the food and the water. I’ll pet his glorious dark ruff, pull the tail that looks like a duster until [...]
Dr. Sketchy, that is. Every other Sunday, apparently you can bring a drawing pad to some bar and a lovely lady will pose burlesquely for you. Today I helped Sugar out at Great Scott. Full album here. Wheeeeeeeeeee. You expect people to hoot and holler at these things. It’s the middle of a Sunday afternoon [...]