ADVICE NUMBER ONE: You should read Richard Russo on the toilet.
No, but, you really should. I was recently found by an old and very very very odd college acquaintance on the Facebook (OH! INTERNET! WHAT DID WE DO BEFORE YOU???), and when I asked him what he was up to these days, [...]
I hate blogs about why people have not been blogging. SO this won’t be that. I will just say, my best cat died. I am blue. Several people I love are having very hard times right now, with bad cancer situations and other family crises, and I can’t FIX any of it, or even really [...]
My sweet friend Patty Callahan Henry and her daughter Meghan used their awesomeness to get the COMPLETELY AMAZING Marcia (B-Ham’s large mammal curator) to take me and Susan Rebecca White on a special ZOO TOUR in honor of Susan’s Birthday and my existential angst ridden mid-life crisis. I have to tell you—this was the [...]
1) Dear Book Page, I [...]
The Intrepid Fenchurch Fenn, being all intrepid.
I spent most of my vacation time dead in my underpants.
By which I mean, I PLAYED DARKFALL with a fervor that bordered on fanaticism.
Amorphous people-shaped objects would rise in my peripheral vision and SAY things at me, things like, “Joss do you want [...]
OKAY so I am going to wind up talking about M.M.E. (if I can, considering how long winded I am) because I don’t really want to THINK about It more. I got a bee in my butt about It because I turned down a speaking gig I wanted to avoid It. And that made [...]
I am going to tell you a bunch of stories in a row that are going to SEEM unconnected, but I am going to bring it all home in the end.
Or not. Depending on if I remember to. I HOPE I DO. You must nag and pink sock at me if I [...]
This is a Porn Moose.
Dear Facebook-Beloveds, I am not dead, and if you read the last entry HERE, you probably guessed I was just busy. Also I had no internet for days. And stuff. Want to play catch up? And find out what a Porn Moose is? (Hint: Look Left) ME TOO!
My best beloveds have essentially asked me, “Joss, why are you so bat-crap crazy, crapping crazy bats?”
In lieu of a straight answer, I give you a list of reasons why it is bad to schedule your life via a sacred paper calendar:
1) Rememer that superfun day when I lost the sacred Paper [...]