From ages 8 to 12, or from the self-titled debut to Diver Down , I was a Van Halen poseur. I pretended to like them. During this period I drew the band logo on my schoolbook covers, and I made my own shirt with an iron-on transfer from the Skate Odyssey shop (you had to get a baseball jersey for an iron-on transfer, or just don't even bother.) In reality I hated baseball jerseys and I couldn't have named one Van Halen song. Why all this p…
I love French and German for the supercharged bon mots that have no translation in English. Let's see, ten of my favorites... Ersatz Schadenfraude Klatch Dreck Blitzkrieg Rapport Malaise Deja vu Soupcon Esprit d'escalier Esprit d'escalier is a delightful term. Literally "stairway thoughts," that's when you think of a snappy comeback to a person who's just insulted or embarrassed you, but you think of it way too late, as in …
Near the end of our ten-year couplehood (but not our ongoing friendship) Hub and I had four cats. It was all my fault. I love cats. The antics of those little buggers made a bunch of excellent stories for my Diaryland diary, including the one reprinted here. It should be noted that Hub and I first met at age 14 backstage at a theatre and worked crew on many shows together. We both have a thing for theatre. Quality theatre.
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