Mihow

Author: Mihow

  • My Family

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    Em’s teachers recently asked all the kids to bring in pictures of their family. I had to send two along since we don’t have any shots including all four of us. Are we a minority here? Is this common? I’ve been curious. Anyway, that’s no longer the case. Last Sunday, at my graduation, my father…

  • Thirty-One Years.

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    I have exactly 7 minutes before I have to pick up Em from school. I have 7 minutes to write about REM and how they broke up today after 31 years of making music together. Thirty-one years. I have 7 minutes to write about how much that band meant to me. I’m trying to cram…

  • Behold: The Cake

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    Here’s my final cake. I put roaches on it. Not too weird, right? Let me explain. When I got this project, I pictured a really simple, white wedding cake. I wanted to try and do something really elegant. I imagined super fine piping, minimalistic but nice. And then I pictured something on it NO ONE…

  • That F*cking Weird Kid

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    It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Emory started school last week and there’s been some adjusting on my part to the new routine. He’s going to the same school, but it’s at another location. And that location is a wee bit further away. So, it’s been a bit of a change. Plus, my big…

  • Tales About Nothing

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    Emory has an imaginary friend named Nothing. Nothing is with him most of the time and travels with us in Emory’s pocket. The existence of Nothing has spawned some pretty profound, existential conversations as of late. Here are a few of our more recent conversations. Conversation One Em: “Nothing is in my pocket.” Me: “Oh…

  • Boga Babe

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    One of my favorite people in the whole world has an amazing shop on Etsy. And I want to share it with as many people as possible. Her name is Dianne and she and I have yet to meet. Yet I feel like I’ve known her forever. I can’t explain it. I won’t try to.…

  • HOLY SHIT. Pictures.

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    This is my neighborhood. I took a walk earlier to see how things were going before Irene hits. (Captions above each picture.) The new fish shack near the water. Haven’t been yet. Bagelsmith. They stay open ALL THE TIME. Seriously, it could be the end of days and you could buy a a bagel there.…

  • Penn State Players All Worried They’re Going To Be The One Who Accidentally Kills Joe Paterno

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    “And if we do win, absolutely no dumping Gatorade over Coach Paterno,” Jones added. “I mean, are you fucking kidding me? He’d fall apart like a stewed chicken.” Quite possibly the best article ever written. (Thanks, scbob for the link.) In related news: I am SO excited for college football season!

  • Vegan What? Who? Why!?

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    I’m going to try vegan. At least for 30 days. I know! Why would anyone want to do such a thing in a world with cheese and bubble tea? I’ve no idea. I just want to give it a go. Mostly, I want to see how difficult it is. And I don’t plan on adding…

  • The Comfort Of Strangers. (I’m Her Ghost.)

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    We live on the fifth floor of an apartment building that overlooks several houses and backyards. We chose the fifth floor because of the view. And over the years we’ve gotten to know the people who make up that view even though they have no idea who we are. I take a great deal of…