I used to be one profoundly angry guy, eternally pissed-off, hair-trigger to explosion, and like that, a trait that, increasingly through the years, has, well, outraged me, even if … Because let me very quickly qualify, I am not violent, nor have I ever really been, toward others, and not otherwise abusive either, certainly never …
The great, the late … When I was just newly a teenager, my older sister Michele’s next-door neighbor friend Lori kindly loaned me a bunch of albums, stuff she thought maybe I’d be into. Much of it I didn’t go for, and still don’t, like REO Speedwagon, which was way too treacly sweet for my …
Y’know how the most mundane of things can drop you smack-dab in the middle of the most poignant of memories? No? Well, get to be my own sparkling young age, and trust me, you will. For now, let us begin: With a text received just the other day, from an insurance company. Not some business …
<Illustration by Tel Aviv artist Yuval Robichek> I don’t usually post two days in a row. Yesterday’s somber deconstruction of conflicting raw emotions demanded from today, however, some little upswell of positivity, at the very least. As did I, as well. This aims itself in that direction. I hope it comes close to hitting its …
A couple of days I ago I made a run to one of our county-dump transfer stations to drop off our recycling,. My trek out there was near the end of a series of errands, and I’d put off breakfast, so I grabbed it on the way. This particular dump site is kind of hidden; …
So, fireworks. Eye sky-candy, and like that. I have absolutely no delusions about the things being anything but environmental toxins, but yet, there is that child-heart part of me that can’t help but still kinda love them. When we lived on Fort Sam Houston Army Base in San Antonio when I was kid, I remember …
So, OK, 2021. It’s gone just now, and good riddance, I say, to fantastically bad rubbish. But why all this contrariness, you ask, so new into 2022? I mean it’s not like 2021 was 2020, or anything, y’know? Like hell it wasn’t. Right out of the gate, my mother, my blessed angel of a mother, …
Some people celebrate birthdays, cake, friends coming together, drunken foolishness, whatever. Me, I have reckonings. So, trade ya …
The word of the day, according to my nifty new Word of the Day Calendar, a gift this past Christmas, is “blogosphere.” (BLAH-guh-sfir). A noun. I am a bit foggy from all the sinus-blowout drugs I’m now on; I take medications under great protest, cuz they tend to mess with me so damn bad. That …
Earlier, having mastered two exceptional new words, I declared to my wife, who has professed her love for me at times, that I was brewing a cup of ante-jentacular tea in an effort to jump-start personal anabiosis. She barely glanced at me, walking instead into the other room and sitting down in front of the …