A Reading

I read at a Joyland:Chicago event today. With Olga's and Levi's help, of course, and Dave's tacit support. It was my first reading since Interrobang.

Dreyfus Affair and the Man on My Wall

What I Overheard a Chicago Cop Say Today

"Why did I become a cop? Free transportation, free gas--plus, my job is to go out on the highway and fuck with people! And nobody's gonna fuck with me back! I'm a cop!"

Also, remind me to tell you the joke that a different cop told me last month while I was eating tacos. It was enough to chill whatever is usually warm and peel things best left unpeeled.

Enough really to soothe anyone. . .

"In the proposal, which The New York Times examined, Mr. Young asserts that he assisted the affair by setting up private meetings between Mr. Edwards and Ms. Hunter. He wrote that Mr. Edwards once calmed an anxious Ms. Hunter by promising her that after his wife died, he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in New York with an appearance by the Dave Matthews Band."

But this strains CREDULITY: "Ms. Hunter gave her daughter the middle name Quinn, and people who have spoken with her said its resemblance to the Latin prefix for five was to proclaim that the baby was Mr. Edwards’s fifth child. (He had four with Mrs. Edwards, the oldest of whom was killed in a car accident)."

From the NY Times

Yuppie Paradise

It's come to my attention that I never posted pictures of our new apartment. Here they are:





Honestly, that feels like enough, doesn't it?

The difference between principal and principle

Does this homonym make it sound like she can't afford the fine? Yes.
Am I a bit of a pedant? Probably.

From The Mighty Angel by Jerzy Pilch

"The word is my stimulant, my narcotic, and I've acquired a taste for overdosing. Language is my second--what am I saying, second--language is my first addiction."

Dinner

Sauteed cremini mushrooms, shallots, pine nuts, and garlic atop grilled pesto chicken breast on ciabatta toast. Fresh spinach & asparagus. Pecorino Romano and black pepper everywhere.

Yes, I still eat. Roughly the same things I always eat, reconstituted in very slightly different ways. Poor photography? That's basically my trademark.