Clearly there are a million and one great narratives about people of color that PBS could showcase in an interesting but historically responsible way from other eras, but there really aren’t many well-recorded stories of people of color from the Civil War years. The US Colored Troops who served under Butler had some…

Late arrival, so I’m certain I’ll be greyed, but I had to share this somewhere:

I’ve moved cross country a couple times.

Big Sur with Kerouac about 1956 would be intensely life changing. But so would Boston in 1775 or Florence about 1550. Big Sur is way prettier than Boston or Florence though.

First week at college in Virginia, blonde resident of SW VA to hallmate, with wide-eyed look of surprise at the absence of horns: “You’re a Jew? I’ve never met one before.” 20 years later, this remains the most culture-shocking moment of my entire life.

I’m dreading a drive from the Carolinas to central Florida tomorrow. Anyone have any amazing restaurant recommendations in Tampa?

Congrats! I’ve done that twice — an out and a back. Wouldn’t change either decision for the world and still have lifelong friends earned in both stops. Have a blast and take it all in. If you landed the job and survived the travel, the terrifying parts are behind you!

If you’re so disposed, I’m told you can long onto the Fitbit website and see the stats of those folks who have mistakenly let theirs remain public domain. Apparently the “work out sessions” that typically appear around midnight tend to last about 5 minutes.

Tumeric Ginger tea by Buddha Teas, a Xmas gift from my sister in law. I added a little local honey in the hopes that it’ll help with some mild non-seasonal allergies (summer in December in the South means that shit is blooming already). It’s spicy and delicious.

Resolutions are a license to fail. Fuck resolutions — I’m making promises.

Cheers to the word “reprobates!”

This picture is gold. I saw both RJD and Motorhead at the same garbage venue in Colorado Springs (a former movie theatre that looked like a swollen tit) a few months apart about 15 years ago. Both were imposing in their own way (tough for Dio, being 5’6” or so, but he owned it) and both were gentlemen to their fans…

No walking. Stretcher. Seriously. Let’s just say they couldn’t get it out the way it went in.

After an 11-11 shift, your invite has a better chance of acceptance if you come with a 6 pack of hard cider.

My wife is an ER nurse, and she regularly regales friends and family (usually at meal times) with stories of what was found in various orifices. Her favorite so far: a Fushigi ball in a 63 year old man’s rectum. They’re large (85 mm, or almost 3.5” in diameter). He had two requests of the staff: get it out, and please…

Aiiiiiir baaaaaaall.

+1 Fort Mill

Very true.

Place a loaf of bread under your feet, near the pedals, and drive around with it for awhile. You’ll want to get used to it, because after awhile you’ll be driven insane by the caterwauling of the kitties in their crates and when you let them out, they’ll bee-line for the safety of the floor under your feet.

When I moved a few years ago, all my vinyl went to a local hipster thrift store. The guy who took my several crates full from me seemed almost angry I was giving them away, but alas, it was time. In there was something you would have loved: a radio release I Can’t Drive 55 promo on red vinyl. I’m guessing the thrift…