OK, I have had a brilliant idea for an art exhibit that I’m sure could get shown somewhere and make a million dollars. I go down to the public library or to the thrift store or to the grocery store even and come home with an armload of romance novels.  Not just any romance novels.  […]

OK, while the Chevron ads are more disingenuous and thus worse, I think Nestea’s latest offering might actually trump them in sheer inanity of slogan.  They’re advertising the pleasures of drinking their brand of bottled tea, and above the obligatory picture of a glistening bottles shedding droplets, they proclaim: Gratification so instant, it already happened.
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I was - now wait, why was I out stumping around through the middle of Northwest on a cold, cold day with no clear aim?  I know why I was on foot - because some miscreant misappropriated the front wheel of my faithful Ximena Diaz* - but why was I there?  I clearly wasn’t running […]

So I just went through my archives up to the point where I departed for the Peace Corps more than four years ago, putting tags and categories to my posts.  Every so often I make the feeble assertion that this isn’t a poetry blog, but the sheer proportions of posts in verse to posts not […]

Blue Isabella shirt - neck detail
Originally uploaded by Katherine Nehring
Actually I made this ages ago, it’s just that I now have a picture of it. This is a shirt. I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out. The bottom hem is a little perkier than it needs to be - […]

I think I have just had a completely new idea.  (A brilliant one, possibly, that will make us all a million dollars?)  Consider this idea for a story:  The fairy lands are as real as they ever were, and exist even on the borders of this modern reality. That’s been done before, sure, but wait!  […]

There’s a series of ads blazoned all over the Metro - I’m not going to dignify the company by mentioning its name, but it’s a major oil company - that drive me into a homicidal rage, or as close to a homicidal rage as I can get in the early mornings, in the soporific murmur […]

That always made me bristle a bit, when friends responded “I don’t want to talk about it,” to solicitous queries.  Of course if they didn’t want to talk about it, there was the end of the matter - my whole object in asking was to relieve their distress.  But if they didn’t want to talk […]

Looking back over the election as theater (now that they are getting down to the actual business of politics and the press seems to be in withdrawal) there’s one thing that really stands out as bizarre about the McCain/Palin ticket, and that was the complete waste of the potentially compelling personae they started out with. […]

I was six years old and in the first grade, and my teacher handed me back a math assignment.  I hadn’t found it particularly difficult - I don’t remember doing the problems - but I remember to this day the look of the paper, with every one of them marked wrong, and a disapproving comment […]