Spotted in San Francisco. A rare sign that made me want to go in to a church and see what was going on. I mean, I think we actually ended up in Starbucks and there I had a quasi-religious experience of my own, but still. I was tempted by the Lord. Or Lady. So that … Continue reading Church
I am a grown man with admittedly nerdy leanings, but I know I’m too old to be buying toys. And yet, how many toys (“collectables” if you prefer) do people – probably mostly men – in my age range buy? I think it’s quite a lucrative market for the right products. Nerdy stuff, retro stuff…nostalgia. … Continue reading On Funko
Sadly, I can't give you any more details as to what exactly was so miraculous about the Loretto Chapel's miraculous stairway. Maybe it trips up people who want to push past as I'm trying to walk up it. Maybe it feels like it's going up when really it's going down. Maybe it's just a flat … Continue reading On Miracles and Staircases
I have previously written about the psychology of car buying here. As a social experiment, it is fascinating. As a process to sit through, it’s a lot of waiting followed by quite a huge amount of debt for a long time. I’m writing this because, mere months after paying off my last car, I decided … Continue reading On More Thoughts on Buying a Car
Seen on vacation in New Mexico. Philip Glass may or may not want to head over there for a few days.
A propros almost nothing, as a young copy editor I was responsible for a nursing journal. Among other things, I learned two words: analgesic and diuretic. I say I learned the words, but I didn’t always remember which was which. Here, as in most things, context was everything. Anyway, because of my solid medical background, … Continue reading On Jordan’s Pill
I needed a suit – I think it was for an interview. Maybe the one I wrote about here. Anyway, my wife knew a place that sold decent clothing for a remarkably small amount of money. I encouraged her to lead the way. The inside of the store was rows upon rows of clothes and … Continue reading A Short Story of White Privilege