Monthly Archives: March 2011

Tiny Eulogy For A Big Fish

Today I’ve lost a friend, one I hadn’t met yet, one I was hoping to meet soon. One of those future friends who are so special that when someone describes them, you just know you’re going to click. Leta, my … Continue reading

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It’s the Notes You Don’t Hear

I am not a music snob.  Far from.  I like to listen to all kinds of music.  Good music, crappy music, whatever.  Dance, pop, hip hop, rap, rock, metal, classical.  I’ll give nearly anything a chance. The last three concerts … Continue reading

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Levels of Intimacy

I am now going to tackle the relative importance of farting in the construction of a long-lasting, loving couple. I do this knowing that I risk turning this little blog into a big scatological joke, but I have no choice … Continue reading

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Choices

Leta:  “Hey, we should’ve called the blog Cracker and Brownie.” Hernán:  “Who you calling ‘brown,’ Cracker?”

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My Love Said, “Pull My Finger.”

Slightly worse than that, I did.  And, worse even still, he proceeded to fart. But I digress. Hernán and I just got a week together.  Well, six days.  I arrived home this morning.  Family hugs were exchanged, plans were discussed, … Continue reading

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