Tuesday, June 18, 2013


The pass from Jaromir Jagr was perfect: straight through the heart of the crease, sending the puck just high enough to float over the tangled sticks of Milan Lucic and Brent Seabrook like some tiny hovercraft. (Katie Baker via Grantland)

Monday, March 25, 2013

...or whatever

Just then, in Small Workroom 4, Rachel, I guess thinking the Spiderhead empty, got up and did this happy little shuffle, like she was some cheerful farmer chick who'd just stepped outside to find the hick she was in love with coming up the road with a calf under his arm or whatever. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

it's a twofer!

The autumn colors, that glinting river, that lead-colored cloud pointing down like a rounded arrow at that half-remodled McDonald's standing above I-90 like a castle. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

I'll leave this one up to your imagination

He looked like a skeleton with a mullet. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Spanish Aficionados

"Like hungry children let loose at a buffet, Barcelona fans can often be guilty of overindulging." Sam Borden of the NYTimes (Article Here)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

'Tis Rotten

Fueled by the insatiable advertising needs of the Food Network and a viewing public suddenly interested in distinguishing deglazing from deveining, the staid format established by Julia Child and Jacques Pepin was chucked into the garbage like spoiled milk. (Andy Greenwald via Grantland)

Friday, February 01, 2013

Holy, but not potable

In the doorway, the young vicar attempts to engage them. He holds a hand to his doughy waist like a nervous old woman, a flop of brown hair falls across one temple. (NW by Zadie Smith)

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Well worth it (he says sarcastically)

...a university degree is like a bungee cord, lowering in and pulling out with dangerous velocity. (NW by  Zadie Smith)

Monday, January 21, 2013

The club was called Delvecchio's, and it sat amid an expanse of blacktop like a cruise ship on a flat, dark sea. (All Shook Up by T.C. Boyle)
Before I could react, her voice was coming at me, soft and passionate, syllables kneading me like fingers. (All Shook Up by T.C. Boyle)

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Ready For Takeoff

"Clean and smooth like a tar runway, his forehead sloped sharply down and out." (Going After Cacciato by Tim O'Brien)

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Crying in a Winter Wonderland

The weeping came in gasps, as snow breaks from cliffs. (Going After Cacciato by Tim O'Brien)

Monday, November 05, 2012

Record Store Blues

The violence of Portland licked right up to the edge of the store and left a spew like that yellow foam on city beaches where old rubber dries out with jellyfish and whiskey bottles and the dead squid. (The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer)

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Rough First Impression, Norman

There were also the prisoners. Some looked like the downtrodden, to say the least. They were simpleminded, or misshapen in body or posture, furtive, or stolid, or cowed, or stupid. They were men who looked like they had grown up in barnyards and had the logic of louts. (The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer)

Dead Serious

"Serious as a body bag." --James Patterson, NYPD Red

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Magic Time

Gary and this fellow Val kept looking at car keys like old magicians studying old dried herbs, weird! (The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer)

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Utah Colors

In the mountains, the snow was iron gray and purple in the hollows, and glowed like gold on every slope that faced the sun. (The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer)

Monday, October 01, 2012

Prison Cliff

Being here is like walking up to the edge and looking over 24 hours a day for more days then you care to recall (Gary Gilmore on prison life, from The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer).

Sunday, September 16, 2012


Bailey didn't look up from his reading so she wheeled around then and faced the children's mother, a young woman in slacks, whose face was as broad and innocent as a cabbage and was tied around with a green head-kerchief that had two points on the top like a rabbit's ears. (A Good Man Is Hard To Find by Flannery O'Connor)

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Shackled and Drunk

The only sound in the messhall was Harrogate struggling to free himself from the table. Wilson was standing over him like a faith healer over a paraplegic. (Suttree by Cormac McCarthy)