Unearthed CD backups from Popmatters days that are chock-full of reviews and articles from 2001. Re-reading this review really tripped my creative trigger yesterday… I’d totally forgotten how much I love Robert Klanten’s books so Googled him and hot damn, my review came up 3rd on the page. Wow..
72dpi anime – edited by Robert Klanten, [...]
It appears we are now to be joined for a couple days in Samara by Rob’s mom, Jeannette and her sister Wanda. Odd indeed. Not the company, oh no, but the idea of us all traipsing down to Playa Samara. The notion of renting a car in Liberia and driving down the Nicoya Peninnsula. At [...]
We’re prepping for a June trip to Costa Rica. Ruth is revving up the “don’t leave me here alone” engines. There’s no gas shortage here. We call her condition: Opportunistic Senility.
So far she’s been dizzy. Club-footed. Fog-headed. Suffered from insomnia, exhaustion, allergies, a hang-nail, ingrown toenails, lower back pain, upper back pain, dry mouth, high [...]
I’ve never been particularly earnest, so it’s a good thing my mother named me Deborah Valerie. She swears she meant to say “Valerie Jane” but got confused while heavily sedated. She was thinking of Debbie Reynolds’ latest movie at the time of my birth. “Debbie” left my signature upon arrival in Fort Smith, Arkansas at [...]
Today is brown and it smells.
A surgeon who worked at the hospital in Fayetteville used to say that to me. Come to think of it, he was a really nice man. Dr. Whitaker, white-haired, kind, soft spoken — he sort of mentored me. He had me enroll in classes far beyond what I should have [...]
Kitchen Klatter magazine from 1954.
Another item in my Top Ten for 2008.
This one features the new Mrs. Donald Driftmeir.
I’m sure she was thrilled to make the cover. I wish I could have been so aptly featured on the cover of a major publication. This is going to make a swell background for a collage. Just [...]
Well… the Prof put me in my place over Jim Carroll’s book. Sitting in his salon this past Friday, I bring up the Sword.
The Prof, ever himself, scoffs. “The man’s in love with his mother. Read it! Read it! Every time he describes his mother, prostrate in prayer, he can’t help but remark on her [...]
