November 23rd, 2016


"I don't know where to start or where to stop."

Sunny and cold today. It's 37˚F. We have a string of cloudy, rainy, maybe snowy days coming, and so I'm banking sunshine.

If you've not yet preordered Dear Sweet Filthy World and Agents of Dreamland, please do. Thank you.

I don't eat a whole lot, between bad teeth and bad habits, and I don't often enjoy eating. But last night we discovered Bucktown, a Southern/soul food restaurant here in Providence, and it was superb. I had hushpuppies for the first time since 2008, and they were good hushpuppies. The chicken thigh sandwich was exquisite. At Bucktown, the food is not precious or shi-shi or ruined by the garnishes of gentrification. If I'm not careful, I might gain back some of the weight I've inadvertently lost the last two years. It wouldn't be a bad thing. Bucktown made me nostalgic for Wilson's Soul Food in Athens, which sadly closed its doors on October 3, 2011. The best never last.

We're now caught up on Season 7 of Shameless. I never thought I'd find comfort in Shameless, but after the election there's something oddly reassuring there.

Aunt Beast