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Lick the Blood from the Sword

Thanks to my husband, I have learned that roasted man flesh smells like hot dogs.

Ooh...

Du reichst so gut.



I'm reliving the Made in Germany tourandthe excitement of waiting for a Rammstein package in the mail.

Today is the expected delivery date of our copy of Rammstein: Paris

I don't expect this one to have as much trouble getting through U.S. Customs as the last package. Tee hee!

All the growly bass, all the slo-mo flame broiling of man meat, all the sweat and blood and fire retardant and carcinogenic soot and sloppy guyliner slippy sliding into craggy face wrinkles and jaggedy flesh wounds, ALL IN MY BASEMENT!

Komm auf mein Schloss!

Get yours ordered now, if you dare.

Crawl Like Ivy Up My Spine

Chris Cornell ended his life in Detroit Wednesday night, close to where I live. Farewell to another voice of my youth.

Here he is performing just last year in Michigan.



At times like this, it's easy to fall back on "Black Days" and all the other lyrics and quotes that seem to portend the suicide of the artist. It's easy to grieve that way. And I suppose it isn't wrong either. Our demigods of grunge were able to vocalize human pain so poignantly because they called out from a deep pit of mental illness and addiction. These weren't people who ever enjoyed the expectations of bright futures or lingering happy ever afters.

Yes, this loss is tragic and heartbreaking, and the inevitability of it feels hopeless. But there's another way to look at suicide after 50 by an artist working through intense, lifelong suffering. I guess it's a life expectancy half-fulfilled vs. half-achieved philosophy. With some struggles, every day of survival is a triumph. In some…

Underwriting My Writing Space

Noveling is a long game, so I've taken this whole week off to work on refinancing my house! This place is, after all, my favorite place to write.


Apparently, the "odd" qualities that Justin and I sought in a home have become hot on the market, and some things that weren't perfect about our location have improved over the past 10 years. This has resulted in the equity fairy coming by and leaving a low mortgage interest rate under our pillows while we slept. We are therefore trying to take advantage of this exciting opportunity to reduce the duration of our loan, which will pay off big for us around the time our daughter graduates high school.

We've learned to appreciate long-term investments.

Just a week ago, we celebrated our 10-year wedding anniversary. We reflected, with affection and humor, upon the ways in which we are still the same and the ways in which we have evolved since the early days of our relationship. This long-term commitment thing has turned out …

A Good Romance: 10-Year Wedding Anniversary

Today is my 10th wedding anniversary!


Justin and I met in high school and started dating in college. When we were kids, it seemed like we had known each other foreverrrrr before we started dating and had been together foreverrrrr before we got married. (Back then, "forever" meant a few years.) Now we have a six-year-old daughter and homeowners insurance. How'd that happen?
Justin and I have always valued fun, creativity, and authenticity over perfection, and I'm happy to say that, looking back, our party/prep/wedding pictures display those values. Our photos were taken by photojournalists, which means less Photoshop magic and more silly candid shots. Prettiness is inevitable in a crowd of young people in the springtime, but our photographers did truly beautiful work capturing the excitement and raw emotion and true memories of the events.
We started the festivities with a coed bachelor[ette] party in our downtown slum apartment, which also served as the accommodati…