We adopted Lafitte in January. Those PAWS! That tail. She’s a sweet girl and total monster, escape-artist, stealing food off the counter. We named her after a pirate, so it’s our own damn fault.
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Bot Party meets SX
SXSW 2016. I didn’t have a real badge this year and that was just fine. My FOMO has a incontrovertible bullshit detector of negative putting up with it, besides. I had robots to mind.
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Merge
Three months on, and I still don’t have the words. But I do have the pictures, the whole day off, fingerless gloves and a sleepy dog wedging her head in the base of the roller chair.
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Weltschmerz Doorbuster
I remember you. I took you in when you didn’t want me to. Shelter from the riders on the storm.
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bleeding heart
Halloween sneaked up again. I’m still not used to the 80s in October, a blood warmth that belies to me only July, a summer that lasts forever.
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Bye, Cleo
We love you and we’ll miss you so much.
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Good Night, Sweet Boy
I consider the calculus, how many steps to the stage, the likelihood of distraction with all the crowd smells and ground noms, what if someone careens into the aisle right on top of him?
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Rainy Drought
The City of Austin doesn’t have tornado sirens. Instead our phones blow up at godawful o’clock with perpetual flash flood warnings and looming coffins.
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Day of the Dead Skull Head
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New Orleans!
My last and only time in the Crescent City, I was 20, a roadtrip pilgrimage to goth Mecca with Anna and Bennett to poke through cemeteries, corset shops and dance floors, adamant we had no interest in stalking Anne Rice.
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I said yes
In June 2011 I said yes when Bree cajoled me into coming to the Twin Cities Improv Fest afterparty, like we were the cool kids, not superfan creepers.
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birthday chiminea!
I had a birthday!
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Leaf Peepin
October saw us on aeroplanes herk-jerkin to Boston that chewed us up in traffic and spit us out on 93. It was dark and stormy when we reached our destination—a New Hampshire cabin owned by Arthur’s aunt and uncle.
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Horse of a Different Color
I pranced, galloped, sweat in troughs, high-hooved children and nuzzled howling teens, delighting looky-loos and certified queens and posed for dozens of selfies.
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new duds
WELCOME TO THE NEW DEEPSICKS! *CUTS RIBBON*
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weeding wonder
I’m doing grubby pulls, the grossest of the gross, a final sweep before we RFID everything. Get those torn, ragged, stained, worn smokers’ home monstrosities off the shelf.
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megholle.com switcheroo
megholle.com got its clock cleaned. My librarian porfolio and résumé site has been moved to the subdomain librarian.megholle.com while megholle now goes to a personal and social media website portal because I wanted one and then I made it, lightweight and responsive and cute as a bug’s ear: Good times! The RSS feed for megholle.com…
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Big Bend and Marfa
We wanted to camp in Big Bend and return to the McDonald Observatory. See the heavens through giant telescopes, through our naked eyes, tiny orbs in the galaxy and the Marfa lights.
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hipster Easter bunny cake
Proof I am my mother’s daughter.
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snail chainmail
He shines at cutting to the chase. Upfront about openness and great at advice, our hearts have often been in the best worst place, and he never lets me get away with not knowing what I’m really saying.
