Monthly Archives: March 2017

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried:
No Passport Required It won’t happen until we burn all the flags erase concepts like foreigner and enemy tear down the walls ignore the borders and accept that we’re all in the same small…

Originally posted on From the Keyboard:
Drawing by Sam Messer/Writing by Jonathan Safran Foer The house shakes on a windless day. Three hundred, seventy odd pages in the sun surrenders to hallucinations. Someone cries, “People who don’t speak took me…

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried:
I’m sick of all the Red State / Blue State bullshit. We know what we have to do. Let’s paint the whole place purple. (Imagine!) ——[|]—— Purple —————[|||]—————

Originally posted on nbsmithblog…random digressions and musings:
In memory of… Marcella Buck.  In my walks around the city, I notice the stones and plaques at the base of trees and bushes.  Because I haven’t lived in this city for…

Originally posted on From the Keyboard:
The other night, I watched as a TV food critic led cameras into the kitchen of a trendy new restaurant. His review of the meal has been rhapsodic, spread over an array of dishes,…

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried:
Write what you know, they say so he writes the first draft of the fog and gravel of Route 16 all the way from Barton to Hardwick every morning before the sun; and before…

Originally posted on From the Keyboard:
Miranda didn’t trust her mirrors so she crawled out of herself for an objective look. It was a nasty trip, through a tight network of brain worms, past the eyes, down the nose. If…