Category Archives: About Last Night

As STIFF Records once noted, if you were born in ’33, you’ll be 45 in ’78. Continue reading →

Her arms are ropy and pliant, muscular but without anchor, and she means to keep me here, in this indistinct gasping place. Continue reading →

The first thing I see as we drive into Minneapolis is a dead man. Continue reading →

The last time I saw her show, Ms. La Nive did her set dressed entirely in bubble-wrap. This is not really as sexy as a guy might hope. Continue reading →

In which the Ties That Bind dangle a bit, waiting for someone to Saddle Up and Take The Reins. Or at least tie a reasonable half-hitch. Continue reading →

In which a right powerful bottle of beer arrives at a modest price at an untoward hour of morning. Continue reading →

Notes from the blogosphere, in which summer camp was even worse than you might have imagined. Continue reading →

Round and round and round it goes, and where it stops — whoops! What happened to my top? Continue reading →

Take me to the river, drop me in the water. Ewww! Continue reading →

On birds and sun, girls and beach, fire and change, and being kinda sorta in love on the inside of your head. Continue reading →