a hunter-gatherer living in a post-agrarian world — START HERE . . .
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.
Even with all the hype, I still wasn’t disappointed.
Love makes flowers. Hate makes roots.
Hand-drawn product illustrations for Best Products circa 1980.
When Nacho was 4 days old, Marta put a couple of her Beanie Babies in his box so that he wouldn’t get lonely. A few months later, when he started to simulate having sex with them, we knew it was time for a visit to the vet. Now you hardly ever see him with them but they keep showing up at random places in the house. I stepped on one coming down the steps one night, thought it was him, and almost killed myself.
Two girls. 1984. I don’t remember their names. They lived in the apartment above me. That summer we sometimes sat on the porch and drank beer. The one on the left could spit like a champ. If they’re still alive, I’m sure they don’t remember me. I was just the guy who popped the cans so that they wouldn’t break their nails. They both smelled like honeysuckle.