Author Archives: Dianna Dann Narciso

Pikachu Skull! Much as I like to pretend I attend the Epcot International Food Festival every year, it was more apparent than ever, this year, that I attend a food & wine festival. To put a finer point on it: … Continue reading →

I’ve been racking* my brain, trying to remember what it is that Marmite looks like. It looks like…cold molasses…like…thick glue. It looks sticky. When you dig your knife into the jar and pull some out it doesn’t want to let … Continue reading →

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, the Internet is just another way of being rejected by women.”  –George Pappas, You’ve Got Mail My plant outgrew its pot so I took it home. Hubs planted it in the back yard and left … Continue reading →

photo by abbamouse via Flickr When I think of my country, the United States of America, I don’t feel pride, so much as privilege. I’m privileged to be an American. I wouldn’t use the word “proud” because I did nothing … Continue reading →

Good news: you’re nothing. Photo by Salvatore Gerace via Flickr Some time ago I wrote a post called What if We are Nothing. It’s basically an essay on the idea that humans are nothing more than a material part of … Continue reading →

Hey, Ralphie, wanna watch tv? This is tv, Sox. Photo by Katie Baxter-Kauf via flickr I wrote a post some time ago, on another blog, about the Duggars and how I liked them. What sparked that post was the hatred … Continue reading →