Dispatches, thoughts, and miscellanea from writer Jon Konrath

Month: November 2004

  • Thanksgiving

    Thanksgiving’s always weird. I’m not one of those people that ironically scoff about how the pilgrims raped the indians, and I’m not the kind that gets all weepy and talks about being thankful for the baby jesus or whatever the hell else. I have problems eating large amounts of food, so eating 8000 calories of…

  • The liberation of nothing

    I did nothing this weekend. NOTHING. It was both depressing and liberating. I really do enjoy being in my apartment when it starts to get cold out, when it’s chilly outside and the thoughts about holidays and winter first fill my head, and long before I realize how shitty the insulation and heating in this…

  • The Wards nightmare

    It seems that my most common recurring dream/nightmare has to do with me working at Wards, or rather not working there. There’s usually some part of the dream in which I am not working there and I’m probably on the schedule, but I haven’t quit or anything, and I’m too embarrassed to go back in…

  • Pouring sushi

    It’s pouring rain outside, a light but steady shower that’s been going on since morning. The city has been working on a few intersections in my neighborhood, grinding down the pavement really low so the manhole covers and drains stick way up from the surface, and then covering it all with lower quality, shitty patching…

  • Kentucky McRib

    I’m back. All of my clocks are an hour off. I ate a McRib for dinner in the Cincinnati airport, which is actually in Kentucky. I’m mostly unpacked, but I feel like I need to do some mass cleaning in the apartment, except I don’t feel up to it right now. Indiana was a good…