I know McKay didn’t actually go to Caltech, but I would love if someone wrote this story.
Now that urgent essay deadlines are gone, I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel I’m only passing the time until “Miller’s Crossing.”
So, since I am doing the work, I’ll punctuate the way I want to.
If it didn’t already exist, I would name my bakery Pain Perdu. The list of names that follows were raised as homage, but all were rejected.
- Pain Paresseux (Lazy Bread)
- Pain Picaresque (Rogue Bread)
- Pain et Parapluie (Bread and Umbrella)
- Petit Déjeuner (Breakfast)
- Bien Sur Boulangerie (Of Course Bakery)
- Bread, Bien Sur (Bread, Of Course)
- Pommier (Apple Tree)
How good is Brothers & Sisters? This show made me like Chevy Chase, a feat I would have previously labelled impossible.
It was slodwick’s birthday on Friday! And I wrote a story.
You are nothing if not home, John/Rodney, R, 664 words.
Read it here.
When I open my bakery, we’ll make banana bread and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, but we’ll be known for our brioche eclairs with herb cream cheese filling, our cheesecake with cheddar shortbread crust, and our bacon cupcakes dusted with parmesan.
“If someone asks,” Vince said suddenly, standing up, “what I’ve done with my life, what’ll I say? Surfed the Point and taught math?” He shook his head with a laugh. “Raw mediocrity.” – Daniel Duane, Caught Inside (49)
This was the last line I read before I got off my bus this morning. I wrote it at the top of the next blank page in my notebook, dooming myself to a three-hour class spent daydreaming about the story of a surf town.The town doesn’t have a name yet, but it looks a lot like Tofino. There’s the shack where you can sign up for lessons. There’s the breakfast place where everyone goes when the waves die down. The guys at Mediocre Boards shape their boards in their garage shop. The town gets up early–the kids get in a ride or three before school starts. Here, they mock the tourists, haze the rookies, travel in packs, debate long v. short, flat tail v. point, and when you call the girls “Gidget,” they kick your ass.