It’s 9:34 p.m., Pacific Standard Time, February 13, 2020. I think that means the new Tame Impala record has been digitally available for 34 minutes. And there it is! With the efficiency of a microwaved burrito! OK. I’ve got some ice cream from Molly Moon's. Molly Moon's used to be The Shit — until Salt and … Continue reading The Slow Rush
Dilapidations of Time
Lately I’m spending more and more time with objects from my family’s past. I have some beauties: my great grandpa’s razors, his money clip, his pipe collection, his Navy sea bag from WWI. I have a sleeve of shuttlecocks of unknown provenance, but certainly from my family, probably from Aunt Arleen, the amateur champion golfer … Continue reading Dilapidations of Time
