the year in books 2012 and a book lover blog hop

Fuck Santa Claus, my favorite time of the holiday season is when I finally get to unveil another year’s reading list.  So without further ado, may I present to you Click Clack Gorilla’s Year in Books 2012.  Ta-da-da-da-da-DA! I assumed, what with Baby Pickles arrival on the scene in February, that I wouldn’t be able […]

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and when i steal your heart, do you think you will resist?

It is hard to write a love song that isn’t cheesy.  Try it.  I don’t mean go write a song right now.  But think about love and the people you love and then let a few words come to mind.  Those first words are bound to be cliche, Hallmarked.  It doesn’t make them meaningless, but […]

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i don’t think santa will be fitting down this chimney pipe

Oh dear wood stove, how do I love thee?  And how do I hate thee when it comes time to take down the chimney pipes and clean them out because smoke has been backing into the Wagen at really inconvenient times, like when we’re sleeping?  But I jest (a little).  I never hate our wood […]

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winter, fried food, and sudden visits

Living so far from the place where I grew up, I had long ago given up on the possibility of a chance meeting with a so-and-so from a whenever-a-long-time-ago.  I like chance meetings.  I like finding out what has become of people I knew when we were kids.  Character development.  It’s fascinating.  But I like […]

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you are what you eat

Today’s ravings are brought to you by Fish in the Water. It’s not just about wasting. It is that—I’m still one of those people who throws food away and guiltily thinks about all the starving children in Africa (and in our own town) who don’t have enough to eat. I’ll compost things like beet greens […]

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doing nothing, tom lutz and beyond

Lafargue pleads with workers to not be complicit in their own oppression by believing in the ethical value of labor.  The work ethic that arose with industrialism, he writes, is nothing but a ruse to get the proletariat to agree to its own degradation.  Paint pictures, play music, philosophize, and versify, he counsels, not work, […]

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the walking dead (but not the show)

If you were to count all of the days of your life that you had spent sick in bed, how much would it add up to? I reckon at least a year. The Beard read an article claiming three. Either way it is a depressing thought. Not counting years spent in bed dying of things […]

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cloth diaper diary: nine months

Baby Pickles has now been out of the pen longer than she was in it.  The period that some people think of as “out of womb gestation” is now complete.  I guess I can pack up her stuff and send her off to college then.  Don’t forget your cloth diapers, honey!  Oh.  Diapers.  Guess she’s […]

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escapologists at home

The New Escapologist!  Oo la la!  Need I say more?  No.  But it looks like I am going to anyway. I’ve mentioned this lovely magazine before here, and here, after they published a little ditty I wrote in Issue 6: Against the Grain.  I continue to be inspired and impressed by their content, as well […]

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the old woman and the sea (of paperwork) or, advanced parenting in germany

Every since Baby Pickles arrived I have felt like I’m being buried alive.  Letters, forms, papers, confirmations, more forms, more forms, and more fucking forms.  Welcome to parenthood in Germany.  Not so pleased to meet you, but thanks for the mad cash that you keep telling us we will someday get for working on your […]

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