You know how every once in a while there's a day in which a series of connected events sticks out like a pattern, or a puzzle, but offers no means to interpret or solve said puzzle? Well, maybe that's a bad way of putting it...let me try again ( Read more... )

Every Tuesday night at the Pizza Joint and we've made it a semi-ritual for the English department. People just show up whenever and eat 2 dollar slices and drink 2 dollar drafts. My usual is a slice of Tree Hugger and two Stella Artois. Tonight we showed up a bit late and for some unknown reason the place was packed, there was actually a wait. And ( Read more... )

Thing Eleven: Peeps. Peeps are my favorite food. They’re not healthy, just empty calories: sugar and corn syrup. They are bright and sweet, but you can’t eat them right aways, (they are too soft, they have no heft, no substance) and you most definitely cannot eat them on Easter Sunday. Like everything wonderful to be had, peeps are so much ( Read more... )

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