Election Day Revisited

The Minnesota Supreme Court unanimously declared that Al Franken is entitled to the long-disputed Senate seat making Norm Coleman's fight for democracy the biggest waste of time since reality TV.

Michelle Bachmann Bugs Me

Michelle Bachmann, U.S. Representative from Minnesota's 6th district, expressed concerns that members of Congress may hold "un-American" views, yet this month told Fox News that she would not answer all of the questions on the Census, a violation punishable by up to $5,000.

Solo Projects

Leslie, of the three of them, I like Amy's the best.

Bendy Line

I've bent my arms back until the blades tickle, used my belly as a pogo, and taken gulps from here all the way to new lungs.

A Weekend of Melody

Other than a woman, is there anything better to love than music?

Pressures of the Game

The Scrabble game came to an untimely end when the playing board was over turned and sobs of "'Fubsy' is to a word!" were heard long into the night.

Haiku #1

Two men climb a hill

That only one returns from

At dusk on Sunday.

In Which I Decide That the Title May Contain as Many Sentences as I Please. I Just Can't Think Of Any.

They were, and perhaps still are, delightful distractions to keep us from examining ourselves: I thought I saw vividly with the wool pulled over my eyes.

Choice Words: Life Lesson #2

I can't tell you how happy that makes me.

These Friend of Mine

These friends of mine, it's as though they think they're a Pixies song.

Dream a Little Dream #1

Behind the burger joint, where the cooks wear white shirts and paper hats, inside the children's bookstore, there is a small yet lavish theater where adaptations are acted out; or, like on the night I dreamt of it, songs are sung and danced to in unison.

Pattern Is Movement/ St. Vincent Concert Review

Pattern Is Movement has the second most interestingest drummer that side of the Mississippi that I've heard in all my days; that being that, sometimes, free admission just isn't worth it.

Tongues of Fire

Articulately, the words can be perfect yet still the wrong thing to say; Granny called them "swears".