Kniquole likes chickens, too

I was just checking out my old pal Nicole's (new?) website and it made me happy! Go to it, view it, and (hopefully) love it as I did.

Chickens, Lovage, Cale

Cale took me to Bouchon restaurant in Napa on Saturday for my birthday. The food was so good we almost cried. Beforehand we saw some chickens. Yesterday at the garden he found a packet of lovage seeds. We are gonna plant those!

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Joseph Thomas

I spent the evening of my 26th birthday at my grandfather's wake.

After he died, I learned things about him that I never knew, such as that he was (like me) an only child. Before reading it in the paper, I'd had no idea that he had ever served in the war, nor that he had attended so many Olympics or won so many awards. I don't think I really realized how instrumental he was in establishing and growing Kansas City, nor how much the people of the city truly loved and respected him. One morning I was at the house alone, accepting phone calls, food, and flowers, and I remember one flower delivery man standing at the door in the cold, telling me how sad he was, how he had loved reading my grandfather's columns and, after handing me the flowers, he turned away crying.

I find it to be only slightly ironic that the story is told quite often in reference to my grandfather about Kansas City losing the Athletics to Oakland before he campaigned to have the Royals brought to town.

I have never really been proud to carry my father's last name, and have always thought it was odd that my mother keeps it after 24 years of divorce. But then sometimes I remember that my grandfather's middle name was Thomas, and that is something to carry and be proud of, and I know it even more now and I think that she does, too.

Joe McGuff, 1926-2006

Have a day like mine

Make oatmeal and coffee for breakfast.
Marvel at the lack of traffic.
Spray toxic chemicals on inkjet prints for a couple of hours or three.
Eat huevos rancheros for lunch and suggest the creation of something like Beavis & Butthead, South Park, Gummo, or a Ween song, yes, you will be rich because you know the dirty, dirty high that can come only with the mass inhalation of compounds that come compressed in cans.
Spray more.
Get out of there and go to Amoeba!
Buy two CDs and one record.
Listen to the bright shining jewel of a CD you found and praise John Darnielle's name out loud.
Come home, bind a book.
Drink some wine.
Less pleasant things.
Write a blog that few will read.
Try to convince yourself of something, anything, and stay up too late
And then