A Word About T-Mobile Customer Service: Ahahahahahaha!
Remember that great joke T-Mobile told me last week about sending me a signal booster, so I could actually make calls from my home? Yeah. Another 45 minutes on the […]
Category Archives: north-america
A day in the Ellenverse, Appleton WI
There’s a feeling some places have. Warm hand-quilted comforters in a room of solid old oak, with the sound of music and laughter coming from downstairs. You’ve gone upstairs before […]
“What do I hear when I say I hear the call of the road?”
Rolling downhill, eastward across the Saint Croix river, I leave the bluegrass stations of Minnesota Public Radio behind, and and play bottom-end-of-the-dial roulette. I find Dar Williams, “Traveling Again”, and […]
Enroute Minneapolis
The last time I was in Minneapolis, I was a grad student, and I coined a new word for myself: horizontigo. You know ‘vertigo’, right? That disorienting spinning sensation when […]
A Chat with T-Mobile
The conversation is predictable: first you wade through the cloying chatty voice response system and wait on hold for 10-15 minutes. Every 20 or so seconds, the Muzak rendition of […]
Working Backward
After my previous-minus-one post, the wise Miss Em delicately asked that I not try too hard to put out little storycrafted works of literature. That I should just tell y’all […]
In summer, everything is possible
“When the Muse comes, she doesn’t tell you to write; she says, get up for a minute, I’ve got something to show you, stand here.” – Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at […]
Quiet Time
Been kind of quiet lately, yes, I know. Back home, with family, and no real travels on the horizon. Work – my “real” work (to the extent that any of […]
Volunteers and Omens
Okay, I’ve been a slacker. In so many ways. I’ve been getting nada done at work, I’ve not been writing, the garden’s turned feral (“Where did that pumpkin come from? […]
High Line
You can be surprised by what a New Yorker will be proud of. When I asked my temporary officemates here what I should do for an evening, neither of them […]
David Pablo Cohn 