Obscure since September 1958


Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Return* of the Blog Op

*…at least for the time being.
I haven’t exactly been the most attentive web logger on the internets.  Blame it on my chronic lack of ambition rather than any deficit of opinions or reluctance to share my brilliance / spread my bullshit.

When I started this blog, I intended it to be a place to keep small pieces of work I didn’t want (or need) to use elsewhere, and to post occasional food prep experiments and small art projects.  But of late I have a sort of itch, which only a modicum of amateurish punditry can relieve.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Driving On

The doc keeps talking even though I’m making it kinda obvious I aint paying him no mind any more. He talks instead to my brainless handy man, who stops in the middle of spitting into a Mountain Dew can and tries to look interested. Even the doc aint falling for that; he’s really still jawing at me. I know it, the PA knows it and Dauber the dog tied up outside the screen door probably knows it. Bumblefutz the hired hand don’t have a clue so he swallows his chew and grins at the pretty physician’s assistant.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Chicken Spistachiola with Green Gravy and Corn Cakes

Chicken Spistachiola


2 cups water
8 oz fresh spinach
2 cups seasoned bread crumbs, separated
8 oz crumbly gorgonzola
4 oz shelled roasted salted pistachios, chopped
5 or 6 boneless skinless chicken breasts
1 tbsp cooking oil

· In saucepan, bring water to boil and add spinach. Simmer for 5 minutes, drain and retain pot liquor.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Untitled Sestina

From perhaps God given minds insights come
Which like His love need no further account
But demonstration and true constancy;
Knowledge of that love cannot be described
Or passed to one in explicated bread.
All can feast, but spoon feeding never works.

Friday, September 3, 2010


The rented sedan rolls sleek and quiet;
A purr of engine and a low crackle
As the wheels pass slowly over drying leaves.

We press among the pack of graceless shamblers
Plodding zombified as we approach the gate.
Converging as singularities
Randomly united by chance connection,
Emerging through the choke as constituents
Of some larger insensible thing.

We form a column and go stately forward,
As if ceremony was essential and important.
As if the crucial actions weren't already spent,
Impossible to correct, unalterable and final.

Sunday, August 15, 2010


We knew the module would sink. All the prototypes had done so. The physics dictated, and the Directorate’s will decreed. It was the whole point of the Far Shot project.

Monday, August 9, 2010


Excuse me ma'am, I said
do you know how to reverse
that cart that is sharing space-time
with my ankle? I perceive
you clearly want post toasties
badly but I am wedged
now between the hard place
of this pallet and the
rock of your sturdy steel
rolling stock cage. Perhaps
in the interim whilst you're thinking it over
I can be your delegate,
load you up a 20 pound bag
of nutritious golden corn
goodness and you can call
nine one one.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Last Day

Xuxu stands as tall as she can in the face of the wind, toes hooked onto the anchor line attached firmly to the posts on either side. The wind means the day is coming, and with it the invasion and her probable death. High up as she is in the tree network, she may be among the last of the firstguard to be overwhelmed, unless she is called down to join the slaughter below.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

So here I am...

...setting up my own little signpost in the internet wasteland of public self absorption known as

teh blogging community.

A joy for you, I'm certain, and what a delightful indulgence it will be for moi (should I continue past the post). So let's dive right in to the absolutely unengaging and meaningless trivia of my life. We'll start with a meal.