It's the end (or beginning) of another week, as summer loses its grip and the leaves swim in caramel and fire. Shorts turns into sweaters and apples into pumpkins and the sky goes thick with slumber. Music is different inside the fall; tethered to its annual rites rather than a fresh new bundle served up… Continue reading Sorryless Sunday Morning
In honor of Independence Day, I felt like jumping into the pool of patriotism and taking a swim. And then the feeling passed and I decided to compile a list of my favorite Presidents. Which is basically the same shit, really. Before I get to this Presidential list 'o mine, I've a couple thoughts about… Continue reading Going 4th with my Oval Fixation
What's most interesting about LBJ going to the Lakers is that it simply feels like another vacation for the dude. He went to Miami for four years and then came home to Cleveland. Now he's going to the other coast for another four years, and is there any doubt he resigns with the Cavaliers to… Continue reading Winning and Misery: A Love Story
Can we stop being so easily offended by everything? Why is it becoming increasingly difficult to behave like a normal human being when it comes to simple language? Why is everything we say put under such a brutal microscope, whose magnification transforms the 'perpetrator' into a Machiavellian figure? Can we stop that, please? Because it's… Continue reading The Danger In Economizing Words
I feel sorry for Tuesdays. Tuesday is like the middle child that gets left with the grandparents when the family goes to Disney World. Whereas Monday is the high profile villain we love to hate and Wednesday has achieved a low key Friday status, Tuesday ain't got much of anything going on. So in keeping… Continue reading Celebrating Tuesday! Said no one, ever.
I behave very much like a cicada when it comes to bowling, in that once every few years I will make the scene. As such, my game is less predictable than a soccer mom at a male revue show. And while I could go more often in order to sharpen my bowling skills, that would… Continue reading Striking out with my alley cats
Some words have all the luck. If you shout "Fire! in a crowded theater, you'll soon find yourself all alone. But if you shout "Bacon" in an empty kitchen, you will instantly achieve the opposite effect. No one likes a "headache" but everyone loves "chocolate". And while "water" is great, it doesn't elicit the same… Continue reading Excuse my French, but the (Pre)fix is In