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Don Bauder 9:47 p.m., May 25
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
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Satire Saunters into the Reader! A word on Walter Mencken’s February 24 installment of “S.D. on the Q.T.”
This blog entry started out as a simple comment, a reply to other reader comments on Walter Mencken’s second installment of “S.D. on the Q.T.,” which still seems to invite discussion of its literary form, ...
Update: Beautiful Jessie has come home! And: What we learned about lost/found animals
Mica and I were touched by a neighbor's plight after I saw flyers up all over Banker’s Hill with pictures of a beautiful cat with big aquamarine eyes, snuggled close in the partially visible, bare ...
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
Mica has something to confess to you, Stella. He typed this out earlier as a surprise to cheer me up, thinking that if Stella could write like anycat's business, then surely he could knock off ...
Lacanian TV AD: Petit Hommage to the “Wicked Costly” Installment of NHTBW by FullFlavorPike
Pike: a boon! Let us slow down and take another completely pointless yet painstakingly careful looksee at this blog’s runner-up, for it is in the margins and the marginalia that the point has a chance ...
The List Blog—Sound your Barbaric Yawp:
List in this direction, mateys! Thanks to Pike and his “I like lists” blog title—It’s a REAL list blog! Share your list here with utter abandon: List your passions, list your hatreds; list your groceries; ...
9/11 Flashback with a Friend
It was eight years ago, another quietly sunny September morn, bland but for the start of that back-to-school bite in the air, and we were together all day. You called out from the next room, ...
The Fetishist
I love shoes, and as a couple of Reader bloggers know, I love to wear a pair of metallic gold summer flats, purchased for a song at Payless. Alas, I might as well mail them ...
Offline at The Field
I started my morning after fasting for a capsule endo, dehydrated, still blearily riding a dream wave of guava-orange juice, hash browns, and lemon curd on toast. At the gastroenterologist’s office, a nurse fastened me ...
Banker’s Hill/Mercy ER Patient
The night before I am sitting at the computer, when the giant grips my abdomen, rapping hard knuckles across my limbs. The attack lasts about sixty seconds, here and gone with the severity of a ...
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
Banker’s Hill is the skull on the hill, shaken and pounded by arrival and departure. Bones of sturdy Victorians, peeled, abraided, and painted down into preserved sites of heritage, rise stiffly into historical markers among ...
