“I went away and was with a lot of other women before I came back to Ottumwa and [my future wife] was here. And she was a real, real attractive little lady. … And we’re also good friends.”
“She spent her early years in Wisconsin, where she was an ice skater and pole vaulter, milked eleven cows each morning and night, and picked enough blueberries one summer with her sister to buy two ponies.” — A local obituary
In honor of last weekend’s Jason Schwartzman movie marathon.
New Decemberists’ The King Is Dead out this month. Nice start, 2011.
Be more careful.
Today I hit myself in the eye with a car. The bleeding stopped, but now I look a little like Scar from The Lion King.
So in 2011, I promise myself: no more spilling water and pancake batter and feta cheese containers; no more potting soil-stained carpets or eggs dropped on the floor; no more collisions with cabinet doors and definitely no more falling out of bar stools.