• Yabba-Dabba-Don’t!

    Like many social media denizens slash foodies, I like to take pictures of my food. Mostly these turn out decent, but I learned yesterday that it is virtually impossible to make split pea soup look even remotely palatable. Regardless of how delicious it might taste, it’s going to resemble something regurgitated by a baby. Case in…

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  • Just The Facts, Nuoc Mam

    Sunday afternoon I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I heard a steady drip, drip. I checked the faucets, but there was more water on Mars than in the sink at that moment. I cocked my head to the side and listened carefully as the drips increased in volume and intensity, turning into splats. “Umm…babe?” I called,…

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  • Wildfire on a Windy Day

    Today was just an average, ordinary, run-of-the-mill Thursday. I took a walk before work. Knocked out a few articles. Grabbed lunch with Tara. Started a rumor that the owner of the company’s wife was expecting a baby. You know, the typical daily grind. OK, in all fairness, my wife and I hadn’t met up for lunch…

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  • Uncle Tom’s Cabin

    It’s been surprisingly cool lately. Especially jarring since we just suffered through our hottest summer in history, but I for one am not complaining. Fall is my favorite season and if it has decided to show up early this year, so be it. Because of the colder weather, I wore pants yesterday for the first…

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  • Ready, Cassette, Go

    A few days ago, my dad told me he had a boxful of cassette tapes he wanted to get rid of, and asked me if I was interested before he tossed them. “Thanks, but no thanks,” I replied. And then I saw this article and was like, wait a second. Maybe I was a bit…

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  • 1957 Gay

    During a recent phone conversation with Tara, I told her that she makes me feel gay. “1957 gay,” I added. “Not current gay.” The truth is, I miss 1957 gay. If you were gay in the year that American Bandstand debuted, you were happy or jovial. Lighthearted. Carefree. Dick Clark was gay. My dad was gay.…

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