My nine year-old gets
mad, stomps off in the
middle of our
conversation – I’m not
done talking, he’s never
done talking. We get
nowhere a lot.
Part of me wants
to go after him,
grab him, spank
the manners into
him. Part of me wants to
hug him, tell him that
whatever he says or does
I WILL LOVE him.
by my day, I sit
on the edge
of the bed.
My wife already
[EDITOR’S NOTE: We found this additional commentary on the World Cup in one of Monster’s errant notebooks. Given the recent truce in eastern Ukraine and Putin’s non non-involvement with its existence, it seemed a foretelling piece to publish…granted, after the fact.]
Because the one in Brazil is still fresh on the minds, the mention has been made of whether Russia should be allowed to host the…
To the Fine Folk holding the purse strings of the University of Alaska-Anchorage:
It has come to my attention you are considering retiring the Alaska Quarterly Review, a literary journal 32 years standing, which has published some of my favorite writers and some people never heard of before climbing from the pages of AQR.
And is that not the point: to expose good writing to good eyes. By the…
[Quick EDITOR’S NOTE: As we have mentioned, Monster seems to have gone a sort of walkabout. Here at HQ the A/C fizzled out, giving us another opportunity to discover how less than forthcoming Monster was about the lack of coin in the coffers. Thus, we thought it fitting as we melt here in the office and Monster bursts into flame in the Gila Desert [One can only hope – Associate Editor] to post…
When it became apparent a few weeks ago that we lacked Monster’s weekly submission but not for the usual reasons (laziness, exhaustion, testing of various muscle relaxants), we of course made the usual inquiries. Was he trapped by deadlines at his “cursed job, the punishment for early and late sins” [his description]? Had he for some reason entered a mall and gone delirious with all the inane and…
Monster’s 6th (and final?) Report of the World Cup
Seems like a lifetime ago that the Germans marched into Brazil and won the War of the World Cup, Gotze taking Schurrle’s spot-on pass on his chest and punching in the game-winning goal.
Since then Israel initiated their biennial training exercise for new recruits, a.k.a. bombing and invading the shit out of Gaza. I know, I know, that’s what…
Monster’s 5th Report of the World Cup
The third place game is today, the Champion will be crowned tomorrow. The world thinks it has come to grips with Brazil falling so easily and far, but it only holds its breath for what it thinks might be redemption with a third place win over the Dutch but as Van Gaal says, the game is pointless. Neymar’s absence proved that Brazil was not a powerhouse this…
Monster’s 4th Report of the World Cup
Disoriented. Washed and broken against the rocky shore. Nothing like being back at work. Damned job. Course, cursing it seems to get me nowhere, so enough with the cursing. But damn the job for making it difficult to watch four of the eight Second Stage games. A blur of watching on the tiny ass phone screen, listening to Spanish stations in the car – only…
Monster’s 3rd Report of the World Cup
Two weeks already gone. My freedom soon up. Monday blues comin round again. How did this happen so quickly? Too many unused charcoal briquettes. Thought there would be more time. Also the rain and the mosquitos ganged up on me, kept driving me inside.
The thought of work gave me a sore throat. And my back aches. Course, that might have more to do with…
Monster’s 2nd Report of the World Cup
Eleven days in I must say I am exhausted in my efforts to watch every World Cup game. The data plan on my phone topped out four days ago due to wife-initiated errands. But then I ended up driving the wife to seek medical care. Actually, she drove herself. And really, it was an allergic reaction and not me that forced her to renew our membership with the local…
Monster’s 1st Report of the World Cup
My idea of cutting out early Thursday to catch the Brazil-Croatia opener instead turned into the fourth twelve hour day of the week prepping for my two weeks off the hellish treadmill. Not to be deterred entirely, I ran down to McDonald’s for the first twenty minutes. In 2010, I often snuck down to the nearby McDonald’s for a bit of World Cup time and there…
ALERT: It is time for the 2014 World Cup. I don’t know about you but I am ready. I talked the job into freeing me for two weeks and a day. I tried to get six weeks for the entire World Cup – finals and all – and then throw in a family vacation and basic re-charge of the soul but alas, you can’t always get what you want…or need for that matter.
The plan is to watch all the group matches –three…
By God it’s been a tough couple of weeks. JOB JOB JOB sucking up the precious minutes and moments – when did my kids go from diapers to teenagers? From shitting out turds to turdwads? At least they’re my turdwads, right? Except they’re growing up into their own.
The wife has been sick the past week: flu, West Nile Virus, lack of Caribbean sun – take her pick. I finally cratered, realized I…