Warning: glitter farts may occur within.
Has it been 20 years already? Indeed it has.
Today is Wendell Berry’s birthday. He’s 84. May his 85th year on this planet be a bountiful and invigorating one. Maribou elaborates on her feelings about his work, inside.
A partial setlist with autobiographical fragments.
A photo Jaybird took in small-town Michigan, and our usual various and sundry weekend doings.
(Extra exclamation points in honor of Jaybird coming home soon.)
A handful of long-put-off delights and a new game I’d never heard of until Jaybird bought it for me.
Or, how to enjoy board and card games when you’re averse to competition.
Some changes are afoot.
It’s a bit hard to have a weekend when you work 2/3 nights… but I’ll do my best.
“Crazy Man Michael,” heavy stuff about Maribou’s childhood, and some thoughts on terrifyingly violent people who manage to stay out of criminal trouble for a long time.
Edna St. Vincent Millay was right.
This week is fired.
Poems. (Not mine.)
Maribou tells a story. And looks forward to hearing about your weekend.
*sneeze* *cough* sniffle* *wheeze*
Nothing philosophical this week, just Maribou rambling about her life.
Many spoilers follow. Also, while my intention is to just talk about MY experience as a film-goer and not to get into feminist politics per se, that whole “personal is political” thing means that some folks may experience this as a political post. In keeping with the spirit of Mindless Diversions (and my own intentions), I’d encourage you not to read it as an argument, and not to respond with one. It’s just my story.
Violence and intrigue.
On catching up.
Maribou discusses “kicking it to the right”.