tine Backstreet's Back, Alright The Coyote Ugly Saloon had been closed and locked up since I moved to the neighborhood, but Monday evening I looked in, saw the lights on, and saw the bartenders boogie atop the bar.
tine This is My Vaccine Photo I had thought she was continuing to banter when she said they were “making more vaccines,” but sure enough she was out. A guardsman skipped by and handed her a few syringes out of a plastic bowl that might have held Halloween candy a few months before.
tine Yeast in the Air Makes Hipsters Rise These people have read longer books, grown thicker mustaches, learned more niche instruments, and defeated me. I have sat helpless as this whole thing exited a honeymoon period of opportunistic self improvement to return to toxic self appraisal.
tine In Case of Emergency: Drain Glass We never predicted our current predicament, but I am now thrilled to have all this yellowing wood pulp “just in case.” A stack of Monday crosswords seemed a prime candidate to give me a sense of achievement amidst this uncertainty.
tine Life Bottled Up What I've learned about myself and my great wishes in the age of shelter-in-place
