This might be a June thing from now on. “June thirtieth” has a nice ring to it. June thirtieth, June thirtieth, noon girly plinth, poon whirling myth… let’s keep this short. (Too late.) If someone had told me in August 2005 when I drafted my first post—which had no resemblance whatsoever to what is purported […]
There are forty-eight planets and moons in our solar system and one hundred ninety-five visible stars in the universe. And there it is. Longtime readers (!) tripped up by last year’s abbreviated playlist, tallying “only” thirty-six songs at a brisk two and three-quarter hours—and down almost three thousand words from 2014—will surely find comfort in […]
This may be my shortest playlist essay yet (“more probable than not”). I poured everything into those goddamn Super-Biffys after we lost Chloe. Considering the starts and stops since that post’s infancy in 2014—I’d originally planned it as a literal January 10 anniversary piece to 2010’s wasted clickbait opportunity—I’m pleased with the results. It was […]
The game: Patriots at Broncos The beer: Southern Tier Plum Noir Imperial Porter The result: Fuuuuuuck The commentary: What is loss? What is the passage of time? What is the intersection of these? I don’t know, but surely it is black. Fucking black. Nah. I’m over it and have been since before the last of […]
The game: Patriots at Bengals The beer: Martha’s Exchange Olde London Stout The result: Loss, 13–6 The commentary: Bob Socci must be stopped. The new radio voice of the Patriots lied to me four times in an hour during a rainy second-half drive to Nashua: an interception (not an interception), two receptions (two drops) and […]
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