a bit about midori, with a side order of chicken noodle
So, as I mentioned a few days ago, last week I got to spend a day with the lovely Midori Snyder in her new Tucson digs. It was surreal and amazing. Amazing because Midori is great fun and I love talking with her. Surreal because… because there are prickly pear cactus covering any and all free ground in Tucson and I am still not over it. And I was sitting here nursing my chicken noodle soup thinking about how I’m just not over them cacti, and how I would never, ever like to fall on one, and it occurred to me that I’ve not yet mentioned Midori’s new blog:
Midori has this knack for finding the coolest stuff on the Internet. We spent a couple of hours ooh’ing and ahh’ing over things like this, this, and oh yeah - this. And I know I’m forgetting a bunch.
Be sure to check out the links on the sidebar, that’s all I’m sayin’. And her short pieces, and essays!
I’m fighting a cold today. Leland implored me to take a sick day, but with all I’ve got due, it’s just not happening. So he went off about bought me some good ‘ol Campbell’s condensed chicken noodle, which was not only a sweet gesture, but a delightful throwback to 1984 or so. Except the noodles weren’t long & skinny! They’re short & flippy! This just isn’t right.
Leland was sick earlier in the week. I was feeling okay yesterday afternoon, but of course I thought I’d better take some precautions. You know, “just in case”… so I had some echinacea, then some Airborne, then some Vitamin C, and a zinc lozenge, and… whaddaya know, I didn’t feel so hot.
Time for a nap. ![]()







