I am linking here to the Youtube channel Hugo Faces, which is a treasure trove of 1980’s local television clips for Long Island and elsewhere. That Carvel ad is as priceless as it is cheesy.
These aired on WCBS.
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The Piker Press features “Her Smile Was Silver Jupiter”
I am so honored today that The Piker Press published my prose love poem, “Her Smile Was Silver Jupiter.” You can find it at the link below.
Thanks, as always, to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to share my voice at The Piker Press!
“Her Smile Was Silver Jupiter”
I call it “The Duke’s Tavern.”
How’s this for a stroke of genius? My latest kick is ordering large cheeseburgers from The Texas Tavern (without the relish and mustard), and then adding Duke’s Mayonnaise at home.
I AM A CONNISEUR. (Or a connoisseur. I can never spell that word on the first try.)
People say I’m ghetto because of the soup I eat.
Man, the abuse I am getting on Facebook for posting this quick and tasty snack. It’s mild Italian sausage, diced and added to some good ol’ Ramen noodles.
Hey, it works for me.
My friends actually have a loooooong history of disapproving of my culinary choices. As always, that just means there’s more for me.
I wrote this a few years ago. I’m still thankful today. :-)
“A Roanoke Thanksgiving”
I am thankful for
fine friends, gracious neighbors, and presently forgotten adversaries,
the smell of smoke outside, its rich and deep and ageless burning notes that sound upon the palette,
the hills under all my days, which pluck up my breath,
all the countless “hellos” their slopes will yield,
the mountains’ incandescence in this cooling season,
the colors now igniting their high and wooded perches,
this new home, this Old South,
this ranging, easy vale of firming winds and firm tradition,
its gentle people, and their surprising hearts —
this fair, far Star City.
~ Eric Robert Nolan, Thanksgiving 2019
Throwback Thursday: Carvel’s “Tom the Turkey” (1984)!
Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy this 1984 holiday commercial from Carvel Ice Cream. (I am linking here to the Youtube channel for The Museum of Classic Chicago Television.)
Sorry for this Cheese E. joke.
Or entropy or ennui. Seriously, have you ever been there?
Hai-chi? Tai-ku?
practice the ancient
art of combining haiku
with Tai Chi — hai-chi.
*A college pal suggested to me that “Tai-ku” might actually be the better portmanteau here. I admit he’s got a point.
Darwin’s bus station.
Construction proceeds slowly but surely off Campbell Avenue at the site of the now-extinct bus station.
I love the phrase “extinct bus station” — like it was too big and slow to adapt, and stone age hunters ran it down to oblivion.
Come on, Baby, light my fire.
A woman I know is into Wicca (or Druidism, possibly?). I don’t know. She needed a lighter for a candle-light … thing, I dunno. Maybe it’s the Equinox again. Girls like her have an Equinox they can invoke anytime they feel like getting witchy. Last year, there were like seven of them.
Anyway, she asked me to pick her up a lighter. I stopped off at a service station before I met up with her.
This is the lighter the dude behind the counter handed me. I did not request it. Nor did I notice the artwork until I handed it to my friend for her ritual. It was awkward, is all I’m saying.
There were plenty of regular, plain lighters behind the counter! Why did he hand me this one?!
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 