Saturday, March 30, 2013

Your Daughter's Tall

Thanks to Uncle SeatSix for sending me a batch of his niece's photos. This is our last full day visiting Planet at Bamgier this week. The header - there are header's here all the time at night, no more silly a self-indulgent gag than any other here - was shot by Planet out the back-window of our rental on our way home from Delaware Ohio last night after dinner at Bun's; I live in a state on the Atlantic, the best seafood I've ever is in the geographical middle of Ohio.

  • UPDATE! A friend writes and suggests I explain after a friend she forwarded this to said, you know, not everyone understands the context through digital osmosis: we are visiting my daughter Planet, a sophomore at a small Liberal Arts college in Ohio, this week. (And it's true, I think of this bleg as a serial, not episodic, show, assume everyone knows the shorthand and code, doesn't want me re-explaining the shorthand and code, at least those who lovingly complain that I'm always re-explaining the shorthand and code, see this sentence, e.g.)
  • Serendipitous, at least to me, since I've bleggalgazed this week, as we were driving towards Delaware my iPhone chirped out tweets from blogbuds, those I used to group blog with, those I still swap blogspit with, tweets sending out bumps of Kind. Was sweet.
  • Stealing from yourself.
  • This is true: I left my Ohio fold out map, the one I yellow highlight roads I drive on for the first time, at home, when I've stopped for gas or water or caffeine I've asked at the Marathons or CVSs or local stores for road maps, nobody sells road maps anymore.
  • I'm told tonight is Shock Your Mama night at Gambier. I suspect that means louder and drunker than normal.
  • UPDATE! Planet says it's not Shock Your Mama night, whoever told me that "doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about." Where'd she learn to use that sort of fucking language?


Thomas Lux

Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all

over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet talker
on his way to jail. And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.


  1. When you lost the folk at Kos....

    You will still find plenty of people blaming the likes of Glenn Greenwald and Chris Hedges.

    The fuckers didn't clap loudly enough, man.

  2. been away .. while still in , quic' look, hello, palm wave , .. i'm very familiar ..with josephine ,she more than looks like me , and i often find myself surrounded by dark curly headed bearded men as well.. .

  3. "you know, not everyone understands the context through digital osmosis" —Wait a minute, who the fuck are you?

  4. What Jim said. And I'd like to clarify that Planet learned that fucking language from me, when she wasn't learning it from her mama.

  5. *I* didn't say it, a friend of a friend said it, and in a moment of weakness I obliged her with an answer. *Then* it seemed like a good gag, then not, though too late.