by pstokstad | Jun 27, 2022 | Explanation
No one should really be shocked by my title. If you are please re-read this. Everything that they say is a lie. There is no truth there anymore. At one time they may have at least appeared to represent something like fiscal responsibility, but even then it may have...
by pstokstad | Mar 23, 2022 | Poetry
In the museum of touchThe fingers of the blindFloat like butterfliesAround works of art Something like thatAs we lieSide by sideAfter a long winterMeditation My hand restsIn wonderOn the miracleOf your hipAnd it’s slopeTo your side Then, gently,Like a benediction,Your...
by pstokstad | Mar 21, 2022 | Poetry
(Officium Defunctorum) Yes I was once Mother Russiabut that is now a faint echo Once there was hopea communion of sortsto rewrite the czars as equals Only to end up, a century latersitting in the office of the deadwith these dry and dustyplastic plants. Now we are...
by pstokstad | Feb 2, 2022 | Crumbl
I know that I mentioned the Crumbl home page videos, but let’s take another look, since they are a sort of foodie enticement that is hard to ignore. Weighing in with what appear to be one second per scene short videos, apparently shot at what appears to be the...
by pstokstad | Jan 26, 2022 | Crumbl
Before we launch (lunch?) into this week’s menu, can we talk a bit about who is having fun at Crumbl? Obviously the copywriters, who describe these foodie items in luscious detail. But let’s also consider the photographers, who set a challenge before all...
