commented on My Beef* With Jay Z and Beyonce's Vegan Adventure
Big Dog Clinton is vegan and his voice is just shitty. I don't know if that's from his diet or what but compared to Carter or even Noam Chomsky, two old guys who need to talk a lot and who are not vegan, Clinton sounds much older and crappier.
This anecdote served to you on a platter of pickled Milky Ways with generous heapings of multicolored jimmies.
commented on The Widow
This is exquisite, but/and I, too, am sorry for your loss.
Reminds me a lot of your incredible book "The Gifts of the Body". I love the sense of space in that work that's also in this story. It's like suspended particles in an attic at dusk.
Part of me rankled at the girl reference too but I got over myself because, well, the writing. It works.
commented on The Next Conservative Daily Show to Fail Is Titled...
Well to riff off of @21 - my mother knows 2 actual people - die hard conservatives - who loved Colbert's show because they did not know it was satire. She told them, they freaked out, and then stopped talking to her.
The Flipside was also the name of a chain of record stores in the Chicagoland area that sold records, bongs, and other drug paraphernalia. It always had a distinctive smell to it unlike any other store I ever went in. I was a kid. But even I was surprised it was allowed to exist because, Drugs.
Figures, in my mind anyway, that conservatives would embrace the name, along with their tea baggery.
commented on Drinking With Me: Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall of Some Random Bar
Doris Lessing was born in Persia. Before Iran became the hotbed of hippies and jellybean eaters that it is today.
I met Doris Lessing at a book signing at the Boston Public Library. Everyone was older than me and everyone had older versions of The Golden Notebook. They all had the proper page open for her to sign but I wanted her signature to be on its own page. She looked surprised at the blank page but she signed it. And when I said, "Hi," I said it with all the force of everything I felt about her. And realized there was nothing else I could say to her. But then as I walked out, I started seeing Boylston Street in high definition colors, vivid, extra-dimensional. I waited on St James for the bus back to my apartment and felt like I was hallucinating because the images of real life started bending. I was not drunk. Not high. It was the only time I've ever experienced this.
commented on The Things We Keep
I was in the 6th grade when I went with my class to visit Abraham Lincoln's house in Springfield IL. During the tour, I made sure I was the last person to leave the bedroom so that I could open up a drawer and touch the insides of it, something that other school children hadn't done. I felt as if I were shaking hands with the Lincolns.
commented on Jeff Bezos's Interesting Definition of the Word "Agnostic"
I helped usher a book on kindle at Amazon and when setting it up, adding in the description and ISBN and other good stuff, I had the option to make it a free range chicken, DRM wise (or not). As I recall the default was to lock it up using DRM, but it was as simple as clicking the 'turn off DRM' to .... turn it off. It was clearly labelled and as easy as everything else was regarding upchucking it
commented on My House Was Broken Into Today
We had to add liability insurance because we had a Malamute which in Quebec = killer dog or nicest dog in the world. Everyone in the whole province had an either/or story to tell me whenever I took my big man out for a walk.
He for sure deterred a whole lot of tom foolery (jean foolery?) at our house, but - and I don't really take Charles's side on anything related to dogs - we had to watch out for that rare little kid who made our dog get that look in his eyes. Best dog ever. But for 3 kids, he treated them as if they too were dogs. Trying to nibble on their ears - as he did for his other dog friends - almost tantamount to a mauling.