I am back in the womb. I hear nothing but the rush of blood and distant shouting
Posts by Christopher Coake
I wasn't even sure, in my panic, if wired mice ever existed or if I'd just dreamed them
When Dr. Manhattan explained thermodynamic miracles to Laurie, he possibly meant my wife inexplicably owning a wired mouse, which let me rescue the unsaved 2000 words I'd written, in peril because my computer's Bluetooth decided to give all my peripherals the silent treatment
Any authors out there getting emails purporting to be from famous-ish writers "just looking to connect"? So far I've heard from "Peter Ackroyd," "Steve Martini," "Chris Hedges," and "Pat Barker." All are clearly AI chatbots. "Pat Barker" used a waving emoji. The darkest timeline keeps sucking on.
Haven’t posted here in a while. The world’s a dumpster and social media posts are either a wail of grief/rage or someone reporting a publication, (or robots) and right now all of those options feel like they’re not great for my mental health. But I do miss you, friends.
SIX HOURS OF MUD SLINGING MAYHEM AT THE HOOSIERDOME
It’s just been stunning, over and over again. They had a few similar games in the back half of the regular season, too. They’re likely going to need some more magic, but I wouldn’t bet against it at this point.
Also I am going to be in Indy anyway next week and have a ticket to a potential Game 6.
You can’t really rule anything out at this point
I mean
I am on the stage in this scene, and I rush the court at the end. My mother is in red plaid in the stands above Hackman and the bench at the beginning. Everyone in the stands was either a teacher or student at my high school... www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gEt...
I was an extra in Hoosiers when I was in high school. I was on set for three days. Hackman was supposedly a terror to the director and crew, but he was so kind to me and the hundreds of other starstruck rural folk who asked him for pictures.
I was an extra in Hoosiers (I got to rush the court after Ollie's underhand free-throws). Hackman was supposedly a terror to the director, but he was a kind gentleman to the hundreds of starstruck Indianafolk who asked him for photos over the few days I was on set.
Reno is a complicated and sometimes troubled place, but I love it here, not least for the weapons-grade rainbows
Of course!
Everyone, my colleague, the brilliant poet Steve Gehrke, has a book arriving next month--please preorder it! He's an astonishing artist.
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I'm a Costco fan; might have been a thing at my local store, I dunno. Not trying to knock the whole enterprise.
If you’re wondering whether my wife had left me alone with the dogs for the weekend, well, you’re not wrong
I can’t make the world better in any major ways today but here’s my dog, Inspector Bucket, who is not as well read as he might seem.
I bought tires there too, but when they put them on they told me they didn’t do alignment, so I had to shell out for that elsewhere.
One time I left Costco with only the following: a pair of jeans, a bottle of whiskey, and a flat screen television.
I’m Batman
The dad was wrangling the girl and her sister and sighed heavily and talked to her very patiently about her behavior, and the look he gave me suggested he’d have preferred I’d have done nothing.
At Sierra Trading Post I saw a five-year-old girl look theatrically both ways and then shove several rainbow-colored gift cards into her overalls. I ratted her out to her dad. Take that, lawlessness and chaos.
I'm Batman.
One of the icons on the left of the screen is Lists. You have the option there to create one. Do that, and then when you click on someone's profile, you'll see an option to add them to a List. On the List itself you'll see an option to pin it to your page, and it can be the primary feed you see.
Fantashtic
Go to Lists under the menu options (which you open on the top left of a phone screen). You can make a new List, and then by clicking anyone’s profile you can see an option to add them to a List. Within the list itself you should see an option to pin it to your home page.
...sounds like maybe you're drinking already
Catherine Pierce This Is How We Keep Going By the surf, a mussel shell wedged into wet sand, edge-up. Someone could cut their foot on that, I thought, and turned it flat, while behind me the entire beach rippled with mussel shells.
Seems like a good day to share this poem, originally published in About Place journal. Here's to turning over the mussel shells.