Suburban Metaphors

There is no denying it. It is wildly suburban where we are. When I could not sleep I wandered upstairs and looked across the street into the neighbor’s house where, at 2am, the TV was on. And around 730 or so, messy headed teenagers shuffle to the corner just over there to catch the school …


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Fish Wednesday, Invite Us to Dinner Edition

Wow, our kitchen is total chaos. Well, not so much chaos as mostly packed and not very easy to work in. Where is the pepper mill, the balsamic vinegar, the whisk? Who can say? Somewhere, there’s a box that says, maybe, “kitchen utensils” or possibly just “kitchen.” No matter, we are nothing if not resourceful …


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Bakery Nouveau, West Seattle

I don’t think of myself as a snob or a connoisseur. I suppose all that time devoted to eating cake in Austria as though it were thesis research does lend give me a bit of cred when faced with a bakery case. That’s why B. was reluctant to take me to Bakery Nouveau, the newish …


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Postcard, Audio Version

I got some nice mail about this bit, so I’ve recorded it. The music is Nanci Griffith, Morning Song for Sally, off Other Voices, Other Rooms. The birdsong is from a cool site called Freesound where there’s loads of stuff for aspiring podcasters and audio nerds to use in their work. It’s been a while …


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