Originally posted 11/25/2011 This time last year I was spending a conspiratorial week traveling from Orlando to Southern California and then up to Northern California and back with my brother and his bride-to-be to do their wedding. It was meant to be in secret for reasons that escape me at the moment but the plot …
I love this subway commercial. The boy’s “this is too good to be true,” reaction when the beautiful girl asks him if he wants her to be his girlfriend and then the disappointment when he realized it’s just a rouse to steal his lunch is priceless. Ain’t life grand. Reflecting some of that innocent realization, …
Some of my thinking lately has reminded me of this article that I wrote in the late 1980s about rediscovering the power and need to be emotionally alive. This article was part of a column that I wrote called “The Editor’s Wild Hair” for a little print newsletter that I inflicted upon friends and family …
When the rapper begins screaming, “Are you ready to party?!” the crowd goes wild. Apparently there’s a lot of pent up energy here. Then for the life of me I couldn’t figure out if this was straight or parody. I think it’s both… This video is totally def with an “A”… ack. Sources: youtube video: …
The end of a long week, needing to get the energy together to pack & toss things for the Florida move (and find a damn place)… so it makes perfect sense that I’d wander over to my favorite watering hole for a few beers, some live tunes, food and friends. Anyway, I’d noticed this very …
is this bloggers’ remorse? Haven’t heard from juls since posting “Enchanted” but I can’t imagine a positive response. Why do I do that? # @akamrt thx bro, just the anxiety of change # Powered by Twitter Tools.
i know the dangers of letting the media define “living” or worse than that, “love,” for me. The comparison is never fair. But having tasted the richness of what I thought was “perfect love,” I easily recognize it, even if it’s a cheap commercial duplicate, when I go to the movies, even in a silly …
Approaching normal for her seems to mean “no room for you.”
I began writing the predecesor to this blog several years ago as a form of therapy, shared privately with a handful of friends. I survived those difficult years in large part because I was able to vent my deepest passions and confusions. Alas, the blog as a blog was pretty much a failure because it …
I’ve written about this before. I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse. I decided to tackle the pile of papers I’d shoved into my bookshelf and put them into a hanging folder organizer. Of course the papers where print-outs of my online journal from 2003 to 2006, and I couldn’t file the …