The Tiny Globes We All Carry

This is the street I grew up on, folded in on itself as if it were it's own, singular planet. Which, I suppose, it was for me. I haven't seen the actual house or block in a few years, though last weekend I was close. A block over, actually, and I tried to peer through the houses to spot my (old) backyard, but the angle was off.

I thought for sure I would grow up and move on and that planet (that block and neighborhood and suburb) would fade like a ketchup stain after a dozen washes. It hasn't happened entirely like that. You think the world is so big, when you're living on your small childhood planet. And it is. But sometimes it is so small, too small to really leave any part of it behind.

P.S. (Make your own planets.)

Are You Having a Bad Day?

Yes, actually all I'm ever going to do is post videos. THIS ONE IS WORTH IT. Remember how much I/we love Winston?

I give you: Shit gay guys say to their cats.

You're welcome.

Music Monday: The New Standards (redux)

I spent another Prenyers* evening at the Dakota, listening to The New Standards. This year Jeff was not recovering from food poisoning and came along. I drank a wine called Writer's Block** and afterwards decided on a new favorite song.

*Pre-New Years, December 30th

**Yes, the name influenced the choice, but it was also delicious.

(Original here.)