The Perfect Pickle takes months to make. First you have to grow your cukes. I grow Northern Picklers because they grow well here with our short season. It is said these produce fruit so fast, you’d best check them every day and that’s...
Every generation has several defining, collective experiences, and for mine one of them is being completely and utterly traumatized by the movie The Neverending Story I’m referring to that one scene, of course, the scene which I believed to be...
The title of this post may have you thinking of a cozy pub somewhere, but it actually refers to me. I am the jolly eel. You may have noticed the blog has been very quiet lately, dead almost, but I assure you that we are all alive and kicking up here...
It’s no secret that most of my clothes are thrifted and customized, or outright custom made. I seem to have the reverse problem that anorexics have; They look in the mirror and see a fat person, even though they are actually skin and bones. I look...
Picture it: The year is 40.000 BC and Ugluk the caveman has just come home from a long day of hunting the wooly mammoth, only to find his good friend, Grishnak, shtupping his wife. Ugluk is furious; not just at this simple act of betrayal by his...
Hey y’all, it’s 2020 and we are in the midsts of a global pandemic and political unrest in the Lower 48. And I’m sure you have all seen the meme about Ramses rolling his eyes at you for complaining about only ONE plague:That is...
(Note: All that follows is based on pp. 28-9 of Hoch’s Middle Egyptian Grammar)Yesterday I mentioned that the adjective was declined (that is, has endings added to it to differentiate number and gender). I really did not describe what I meant...
I started Lesson 3 in Hoch’s Middle Egyptian Grammar book this week. This chapter is long and complex, filled with quite a few topics. Over the next few days, I may be describing some of them, more as a reference for me, but also for those of...
I have tried being a lot of things in my life that I was not. And I was never “quite enough”. I was never Jewish enough, Catholic enough, Dutch enough, indigenous enough, pretty enough, smart enough etc. Eventually I just stopped trying...
My quiet way to protest injustice. Come find my painting. Take it, sell it, donate it, burn it; do what you will, but please make a donation to the ACLU if you find it and take it.
