I wish I was a less shallow person. I don’t think that shallow might be the best word to describe what I’m talking about exactly, but the lazy writer in me says that, as a writer, I can re-purpose a word that I think might be close enough to what I’m going for. The trying-to-be-more-engaged… Continue reading September 18, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
I was reading an article last week that someone or ones, a group of scientists I’m sure, came up with a clock that is 100 times more accurate than the previous most accurate clock. This got me thinking about time (which got me thinking about this song for today’s soundtrack) Time, or more accurately the… Continue reading Saturday, August 31, 2013
Saturday, August 24th, 2013
For a while now, I’ve been convinced that my right ear is deformed. Wait. I forgot I wanted to have a soundtrack. It just so happened to be the last song I heard on my walk this morning, so it doesn’t necessarily mean anything, but it doesn’t help that I have a weak thing for… Continue reading Saturday, August 24th, 2013
Everybody ought to have a maid
The soap dish in my shower must be in a awkward place. It doesn’t seem like it is. Seems like it is in the same place of pretty much every other soap dish in most showers I’ve ever been in/owned/rented/crashed at. It’s right there, mid thigh height, set in the middle of the wall, looking… Continue reading Everybody ought to have a maid
two halves could be a whole
I’m not much of a computer guy. Most any of you who know me, or even spend more than ten minutes talking to me, know that. especially those who spend ten minutes on the phone with me. Because by then the string between the two tins cans we are sharing has sagged enough to make… Continue reading two halves could be a whole
fraud
I’m a fraud. There really is no other word for it. Maybe humbug. I think that’s the word the Wizard of oz used to describe himself when he was found out by Dorothy and her crew. Feel free to use whichever word you like better. I should offer refunds to anyone who bought my last… Continue reading fraud
Last Call!
I’ve been thinking a lot about this story lately. It’s kind of odd that I wrote this one before I got more into the mixology end of bartending-creating new cocktails rather than just pouring drinks-but it’s always stuck with me and I wanted to share it. Almost empty even though it was just after… Continue reading Last Call!
Excuse me waiter. Could I have another of those Singapore Slings?
Twenty years ago today I first landed in Key West. Here’s the story: On March 12th and 13th of 1993, a blizzard shut down the entire East coast. Every major airport was closed, two hundred and seventy people died, and record snowfalls were recorded in almost every town, including a total of seventeen inches falling… Continue reading Excuse me waiter. Could I have another of those Singapore Slings?
I went down to the Ocean tonight
Once upon a time I was a tortured artist. (Well, as tortured as an artist can be while growing up in a relatively stable middle class family in Connecticut.) Like any good tortured artist who wants to maintain their tortured artist card I wrote a lot of poetry. From the looks of what I kept,… Continue reading I went down to the Ocean tonight
new fiction
You wouldn’t think the worst part of shooting someone point blank in the eye would be the fact that you couldn’t hear the sound of the bullet passing through the eye, but then again, you’ve probably never done it, and done it for reasons so passionless that you have no qualm about killing someone just… Continue reading new fiction
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