a hunter-gatherer living in a post-agrarian world — START HERE . . .
Dick’s Stones – 11
Marta and I have a game that we play when we’re in the car. Whenever we see one of these license plates, one of us asks, “Is it a white guy?” And so far the answer has always been “Yes”. Not saying there’s nothing to complain about but it always a white guy - just saying.
Sometimes I think it is all about 0’s and 1’s. If our lives are defined by the choices we make, are there really any choices other than open or closed.
Marta got a puppy – eight weeks new – smells like an old bowl of cereal – just so happy to be alive – oblivious of what lurks outside the veil – the hawk in the tree out back – electrical cords – the wheels of cars – antifreeze – goddamn poinsettias – goddamn humans – scares even me sometimes – 14 15 years from now he’ll be gone – I’ll be gone – but Marta will have been able to mother again – teaching to pee outside is meaning – I have envy.
Puck, Huck, Huckleberry, Duke, Butch, Grady, Rabbit, Cody, Finn – the name is the problem – Marta says, “Rogan” so I say, “Rogaine” – I say, “JJ” so she says, “Vajayjay” – we both get mad – Tessa texts, “Rhaegal” – she’s deep into The Song of Ice and Fire – Drunk Marta can only think of Serbian names – that time when the veil was ripped down and all the dogs were either dead or dying – I say nothing.
I think Marta has settled on “Rocket” – I think I’m gonna call him “Rocky”.
A storm forms over the federal courthouse in Richmond, VA at the hour of reckoning.
still my favorite song so far this year
My Brain #1
If I were a truck.
When you have a gun and the other guy doesn’t, two bullets to his head is not self defense, it’s an execution.
Dear Mr. Too,
I’ve enjoyed reading your blog – especially since I too have relatives who were connected to the Dutch Reformed Church. In fact, my great aunt, Aya, would often take in the orphaned children of the church’s missionaries who had been eaten by lions.
Coincidentally, we have her old photo album and the story of your first foster mother, Greta Holstein, made me remember one of the pictures from that album. I have attached it at the end of this email. I’m not exactly sure when you were adopted but 1961 seems to fit within that time frame.
Perhaps you are misremembering your foster mother’s name and this is actually an image of you. Wouldn’t that be weird?
Petra Ahlers Thompson
I received this email, out of the blue, a couple of days ago. My Dutch is not too great these days but I think the back of the photo reads something like:
"devil child – 1961
would not wear pants”
I doubt very seriously that this is actually me as I have no memory of ever having a photograph taken back then but I guess anything is possible.
If I had any money I would buy this album.
Went with Marta to look at some puppies. Her beloved Jackpot died a couple years ago and whenever anyone asked if she was going to get another dog she would tear up and shake her head. I’m thinking it might happen now.
front and back
The Little League World Series is probably my favorite annual sporting event. It started today and one of the big stories is Mo’Ne Davis who pitched a shutout in the first game for her Philadelphia, Pennsylvania team. She dominated the Southeast USA representative from Tennessee who many thought of as one of the tourney favorites. So many awesome facets to this story.