Jacob Heric

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Rosa & Dad & Tree

Rosa & Dad & Tree

This year was especially accommodating for the annual tree gathering adventure due to copious amounts of snow. Even the sign that reminds us where to turn was buried in snow, which caused us to drive an extra 30 miles in the wrong direction (every turn looking more like the last). But, no matter, we eventually got there and bagged a beautiful tree. It helped that it was completely covered in snow so we couldn’t see what it really looked like until we got it home. There, it turned out strangely symmetrical.


One Fifty Ate (e.g. Nirvana on Saturday)

One Fifty Ate (e.g. Nirvana on Saturday)

Without fail, this is where you will find us eating an everything bagel with chili garlic (Jacob), a plain with Mert’s pimento cheese (Amy) and a plain with house smoked salmon (Rosa).

From the land beyond beyond, I bid you spring appear.

winter thoughts

My Eye: more dither, more natter, thanks nana, more winter, more pneumonia.

My Eye: more dither, more natter, thanks nana, more winter, more pneumonia.

Though the spirits have been good all around of late (owing to my new job, which makes me less of an asshole), the bodies have not.

Goodbye Netflix, Children, Hiroshima, Mon Amour, etc.

We bought our biennial subscription to cable (hello Time Warner, fuck you I hate you) at the Cumberland County Fair. Who doesn’t buy their cable at the fair? This year it was $39.95 for a year of digital cable. Not as good as the $29.99 I got for basic cable two years ago, but better nonetheless than the $57.95 that they normally charge for garbage television. It’s a racket, we know it, paying anything for commercial television. But it’s better than ritualistic suicide or violent hard drinking, both things that come to mind on dark, raw February nights. So, we indulge ourselves as winter comes.

Slug mates: "almost beyond imagining."

Given their frequency, why shouldn’t two of my first five posts be about slugs?

Me Perturbe

It's not Mogadishu here.

The spotted garden slug.

The spotted garden slug.

Ticket sellers, bonded, $2.50 per seller per hour.

I went to church on Sunday with my wife and daughter. It was a catholic church, Sacred Heart, in Portland, Maine. It’s a great church, cavernous, lined with towering stained glass, some nice, big imposing steps and columns out front. It’s a little run down, but a decent spectacle, especially if you’re two (like my daughter).

It has to start somewhere

I've managed to get a site up and running...