Category Archives: Musings

May day, May day! (Over, Under! What’s you’re vector, Victor?) Ahem. So, May. Things happened. You can read about them. No need to sign up for anything. Unless you wanna. If you do, there’s a form for that on the … Continue reading →

Ladies and Gentlemen, It’s the time you’ve all been waiting for — that’s right, it’s Late Night Poetry time, a monthly feature here at the Skinny (where our motto is: No, I Do Not Want To Hear That Song That … Continue reading →

I saw this article after a morning of obsessive refreshing about the Boston marathon suspect manhunt. From 8:30 to 9:30am – one whole hour! – that’s what I did. I ceased to think, ignored my day’s plan, did not even … Continue reading →

It’s time once again for Late Night Poetry, a newish monthly feature here at the Skinny, (where our motto is: My Sleep Train Seems to Be Running Still On EST). You folks know Shel Silverstein, yes, of course, right? One … Continue reading →

A haiku of sleep deprivation… Listen here, time change More light later’s no good now Give me back my hour   -efr P.S. (and here’s why)  

It’s been checkup time in Elainelandia recently, on accounta I have new health insurance. I’m trying to use it as much as possible before they realize I am not Their Kind, and give me the boot. Apparently – and this … Continue reading →

It’s time once again for Late Night Poetry, a new feature as of last month here at the Skinny, (where our motto is: I Haven’t Adjusted to West Coast Time Yet). Raise your hand if you love Mary Oliver!  You … Continue reading →

It’s time for Late Night Poetry, a new feature here at the Skinny (where our motto is, Elaine is Still Awake). It looks long if you scroll through, but you can read it soup to nuts in 45 seconds, honest … Continue reading →