A-Tisket A-Tasket
Wednesday, August 11th, 2010A password protected confession. Okay, so that doesn’t actually rhyme, but you get the gist. Leave me a comment or send me an email at nicnarrates at gmail if you’d like to read the latest.
Guest Blogging, Part II
Sunday, March 8th, 2009This being my final guest blog here (assuming Nic doesn’t go all Natalie Holloway on us), I’m going to stick to her script and write briefly to more of her suggestions. She wrote to me Or you could even talk about how awesome March Madness is or the coming debauchery of St. Patrick’s Day if [...]
Guest Blogging…
Saturday, March 7th, 2009While Nic is strutting around topless on some tropical island beach, enjoying fruity alcoholic drinks with umbrellas (dare I say, “fancy” drinks?), and cavorting with spring breaking college boys (let’s hope), I’ve been asked to fill in for her with a guest blog or two. I’ll warn you right off: I’m new to this blogging [...]
Toolbag Wednesday #17: The Bobby Jindal Fan Club
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009My problem isn’t so much with Piyush ”Bobby” Jindal himself (though it is sad that he “Americanizes” his name so that it might be more “palatable”). He certainly makes no egregious offense as Palin did in my (and let’s face it, any right-minded person’s) world. His politics are his, or his party’s, and while I personally don’t [...]
Made to Be Broken?
Thursday, January 8th, 2009As my former blog description noted (my journal wants a trial separation ambivalently mocks me), in addition to my writing here I continue to keep a private journal, the contents of which I sometimes peruse in reflection. Most of my words there are considerably less belabored and range from “Fucking shit motherfucker, I’m so pissed [...]
The Grass is Greenest at Home
Wednesday, February 13th, 2008Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day; a particularly rancorous time of year for Kit and I. Five years of off/ on yo-yoing has shown this quite clearly. Maybe it’s due to the lack of sunlight, the surplus of single digit weather, or the looming tax season. Whichever it may be, our tendency is to break up a [...]
For What It Meant
Sunday, November 18th, 2007It’s easy to say that I miss Him. Harder to explain why. Graphic Designer Friend asked the other day. My reply: He saw me.Knowing Him made me feel that I, in turn, was known. And I miss the knowing, the friend in Him who knew. The one who was there long enough, who took the [...]
