| I’ve been developing a dessert called Bananas Foster Wallace. Not sure what shape the final recipe will take, but I’ve got more than 600 pages of notes.
Monthly Archives: July 2011
July 30, 2011, 11:02
John Bailey outside Bloomington Friday afternoon hears a WFIU station break he’d cut, and this morning outside Columbia hears a stopset of his own on KBIA2. Who can cross the Mississippi to serve you public radio from a can? This guy can!
July 28, 2011, 17:35
John Bailey hears his seven-year-old rate his favorite things on a 1-to-10 scale — Mother, 10; me, 9.8; stuffed Perry the Platypus, 9.9 — and isn’t hurt, but recalls a survey of Thai boys in which they named their mothers as their favorite things and ranked their fathers, on average, third, just behind a serving of beef.
July 28, 2011, 16:39
John Bailey and seven-year-old in half an afternoon have transformed his room in Bloomington, dear Lord, into Lego Joplin. Three months along and we’ll still be picking up the pieces.
July 28, 2011, 13:59
John Bailey is, along with a seven-year-old, headed for an afternoon jam-packed with Legos. If you find four or five hours of construction and imaginative play appealing, then come by. You and I, like Lego minifigures, can swap heads for a while.
July 27, 2011, 10:28
John Bailey pulls on a green t-shirt; recalls the image of Governor John Ashcroft at a mandatory grade-school anti-drug rally at the Missouri State Capitol in 1984, a green “Just Say No” tee scarcely traversing his girth; quickly changes shirts.
July 26, 2011, 23:00
| Inclined first to bristle when I sensed my seven-year-old was trying to hold my hand not just when crossing the street, but also on the sidewalk, and in the museum, and in the store. Then I thought: Take it now. When he’s done — whenever he’s done — there’s no going back.
July 26, 2011, 19:34
John Bailey at Classic Lanes in Bloomington watched a seven-year-old roll a gutterball with the bumpers up, yet still lead after eight frames, 64-61. My son!
July 25, 2011, 21:34
John Bailey and seven-year-old retrieve the tray of 99 RoseArt crayons and begin holding selections up next to the televised visage of John Boehner in search of a match. Peach? No. Salmon? Copper? Peanut butter cup? No, no, no. It’s something between burnt orange and burnt sienna, and surely not found in nature.
July 25, 2011, 11:22
John Bailey is impressed with all Google+ has to offer that’s not found on Facebook. In the news feed, for instance, a serene backdrop of chirping crickets.
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