jay t. kuiper

biblical hangovers and amateur photography

Where Spring and Camp Creek meet

My favorite writers report you never get over the feeling you're an amateur writer. No small comfort, but somehow a small win.

The grips

Something I don't do during the week anymore is drink hard alcohol. Last night I drank a Negroni in celebration.

The shape of beer

Two of my favorite movie theaters serve beer to those twenty-one and older with a valid ID. This is a new, thrilling experience for me.

Timon of Athens

Aside from whores, there are no parts for women in Timon of Athens.

Aphorisms III: Skype, wind, Jim

Once aired out, all debate over who dealt what and when is but wind.

Tamar untrammeled

Firstborns are treated with contempt by the authors of Genesis, and rightly. They're idiots. As a firstborn, I never loved the book.

Aphorisms II: nesting, typos, the prodigal son

If you tell a story and come out the hero, you’ve skipped a long chunk in the middle.

Autumn leaves

As my property stands now, tree branches have overgrown it, the garden box is six times its height in twisted vine, the lawn can hide my dog, and a rat has bored a maze through my dried compost bins.

Aphorisms I: weather, sex, victuals

DJs mix metaphors better than anyone.

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