Poetic Interlude: A Song For My Hats

Posted by banane on October 10th, 2006 — in fiction

This was my last moment with Hat #2.
You fly off my head,
and land in the bay
drifting far, far away.
Captain calls for man overboard
She wants to circle five times with boat hook in hand
I tell her, some brother-in-law left it
at my house one weekend.
I don’t want to circle tirelessly.
Hat #1 left the same way;
We were in [...]

Jock Post #3: San Jose 1/2 Marathon

Posted by banane on October 9th, 2006 — in fitness

(not run by me!)
Two folks I know ran the San Jose 1/2 Marathon: Sally, here having her “jock smile” that she always has when biking or running (or, I call it the “fly catcher” smile). She finished in under 2hours! Go Sally!
Chester has the amazing ability of taking photos while running, and in some [...]

iMurder Chapter 15: I’m Blogging This

Posted by banane on October 4th, 2006 — in iMurder

Mikey, Sosa’s partner for five years, sat on the edge of Sosa’s desk. “So I got interrogated by the chief this morning. Do we really think that Mark guy is the suspect for the entire string? I got to tell you, I don’t have any evidence linking him to the second victim, Joe Standish.”
Sosa sipped [...]

Upon a BBQ Heading Into Night, part 2

Posted by banane on October 2nd, 2006 — in local color

Upon a BBQ Heading Into Night
You, me, this guy, we’re talking about the weather,
How it’s warmer once the fog comes in.
And Upper Haight is beyond the fogline.
He mans the barbecue, says:
“The guy before wasn’t doing it right.
It’s about keeping the lid on, then removing it,
Giving the meat lots of oxygen.”
I pour the cheap wine [...]

Upon A BBQ Heading Into The Night, part 1

Posted by banane on October 1st, 2006 — in local color

Drove up from Pacific Grove Friday morning. The fog was super heavy. Dad would always warn us, that if we were bad he would send us to Castroville. It is a pretty good-bad city, in that regard. It’s the closest town for most of the farms nearby, and therefore great for transient workers- and almost [...]