pre-order / download
derek webb, "stockholm syndrome"
five hours omg.

tiny perfect steaks
marinade experiment
ah, summer grilling.

bathroom poetry
found in casa nueva stall;
haikus are spreading.

new kitchen gadget
designed for space saving, yet
shipped in giant box.

painful scratchy throat;
voice like bea arthur, after
cigars and whiskey.

silly robes, hats, gowns;
masquerade? halloween? no,
pomp and circumstance.

oak room delivers;
vegans recoil in horror
at prime rib burger.

blog resurrection,
accomplished by haiku use?
only time will tell.

a new decade.

[this was supposed to post on saturday morning. boo technology. at the moment i am safe and sound in copan ruinas!]

i should be on a plane to houston right about now, and then heading onward to tegucigalpa, honduras [and my good friend sarah]. i'll probably hang out for about a week, and then come back. if i haven't melted by then.

ciao.