minor geographical update
Previous post heading is meta, but not purely so - crickets - or locusts, or something with an exoskeleton - are massing in the trees, making an insurrectionary noise like a few thousand tiny buzzsaws. I keep expecting to hear falling timber.
So, then: after much pain and many deaths, I am back in the US. Elvis Costello once wrote an entire song about how much the city I'm sitting in sucks, but that's neither here nor there. Nothing is moving on the street except for the great North American flannel-shirted cicada, or whatever the hell those things are.
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I remember standing on WWB's deck at his old place in Arlington a few summers back. A strange sound, almost like that of a downed power line, was coming out of all of the bushes surrounding his building. The source? Roughly a billion cicadas. When it comes to bugs, the Pacific Northwest has nothing up on points east.
Posted by: Brandon | September 8, 2006 7:08 AM
Myello! You're there! I was worried they had eaten you alive.
Egon says hello.
Posted by: vague | September 8, 2006 4:35 PM
Sorry I missed you while you were back in town, but I was experiencing culture-y stuff overseas last month. Glad to see you back, safe and sound and ready for some FOOTBALL.
Posted by: Sho | September 8, 2006 5:36 PM
DUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, Sho made me do it.
Yakov Smirnoff says: "In Toledo, bar lives next door to you!"
Posted by: Danimal | September 11, 2006 4:44 PM
DUCKS? Yes, they are good. I have a pet duck. His name is Quacky.
I says: "In New York, bar lives on your door to protect you. From burglars. Runs right across. Big metal thing."
Sorry, I made me do it.
Posted by: Yakov | September 12, 2006 9:24 AM
Well, the bar certainly displays more signs of life than I do some days.
Posted by: zerlesen | September 13, 2006 10:04 AM