I think I write, more than anything, because I like how it feels afterwards. I like the feeling of I can do this. It’s not a feeling that comes easily to me. For most of each day, I’m feeling like I’m doing things I don’t understand, I’m not good at, or really dislike doing. So, … Continue reading On What To Write
First, full marks for the Covida Loca reference. This I liked, very much. Is it in bad taste? Almost certainly. More a crime against language, and therefore against humanity itself is the "everyday". "Everyday" = commonplace. "Every day" = each day. Thank you for your attention.
I have no party tricks, unless you count magically disappearing into the kitchen. In the NYE parties of my childhood, I remember that there would be an inevitable acoustic guitar and then cousins, aunts, and inevitably my mother would all start singing some terrible traditional favorite. To say they “harmonized” would be to stretch that … Continue reading On Party Tricks
Standing at the Pearly Gates, Saint Peter ushers me through into The Place. The first thing I see?
Winter 2021 was a bad one in Austin, TX. One for the history books. Here in our tiny bubble of small consequences, we didn't suffer as much as many people. But this is a blog about semi-humorous/semi-autobiographical anecdotes. So this is what you get... I’d been discussing my son’s broad career interests with some friends … Continue reading The Plumber: A Snowpocalypse 2021 Story
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So, during The Present Unpleasantness, it’s only natural that we all have our moments of madness, if that’s not too strong a term for it. I started my Lockdown with a flurry of buying “wacky” t-shirts from Facebook ads. I am a thrill seeker and I live for the danger. Then, between the anxiety spikes … Continue reading The Classic
In these strangest of times, even a post on a street has an opinion.
Most of us like to think we’re not easily influenced by others around us. We are clear thinkers. We are strong-minded individuals. The billions spent on advertising every year is aimed at other people, not at us. I believe this with all my heart. And I know it is not even a little bit true. … Continue reading On the Kalimotxo