Sean | January 29, 2009
I received the picture that was taken during the meal and was too eager to share it to wait for me to do a real write up. Venison medallions with a pan sauce made from the juices of the tenderloin and garlic, roasted asparagus served cold, and roasted red potatoes.
But just one picture seemed kind [...]
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Sean | January 29, 2009
Ever since my clothes got burned up in a laundry accident at my apartment, I go to a laundromat to wash my clothes. I used to have a real negative vibe with laundromats for some reason. Now I appreciate the ability to do all my laundry in an hour. Though I would prefer a washer [...]
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Sean | January 27, 2009
The concept behind this short piece of fiction started when a friend wrote a short piece of fiction about a guy who was working at a particle collider and dealing with all sorts of bizarreness. It was inspirational and I wanted to piece together an anthology of similar stories… common people in crazy circumstances. Even [...]
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admin | January 25, 2009
Maybe it was Bambi’s dad. I don’t know. I can’t say. I wasn’t there when the animal was shot. This is what I know, a good friend’s boyfriend brought fresh venison (fresh as in killed in December, not freshly butchered) down from the Upper Peninsula. Wait, I read some statistic somewhere that Americans are clueless [...]
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Sean | January 24, 2009
Originally posted March 12, 2008
As a single man in the city, I sometimes struggle with the concept of eating well. Sometimes eating well to me is not eating the entire bag of tortilla chips. I was discussing the process of making dinner with a coworker and he talked about making chicken pot pie by opening [...]
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Sean | January 24, 2009
Originally published Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Maps are windows to the past, though many hold a map and pretend they see the future. “Here is where I will go,” they say pointing to a location on a map. That location represents their future to them, but it is actually the past. If I hold a map [...]
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