We all justify our shit. Some of us do it for sporting reasons, as we don't want to let our opponent (us) sense our weakness. Because that is, after all, anathema to any competitive endeavor worth suiting up for. And self analysis isn't simply a sport, it's a collision sport . . sprinkled in therapy… Continue reading Food (For Mindless) Thought
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Losing My Own Personal Cold War
The world seems to be going to Hades in a howitzer. We have the looming specter of nuclear winters, climate expanded summers and a ubiquitous fall from grace in the United States of Twitter. So why shouldn't I rail on fucking cart attendants? Namely, my man Robert. And if you ain't down with the snark in that… Continue reading Losing My Own Personal Cold War
Three Days in Woodstock
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that's his problem. Love and peace are eternal ~ John Lennon The morning sun was shaking loose and sprinkling its rind across a Thursday morning that had come much too soon. Our three days had behaved like… Continue reading Three Days in Woodstock
Scenes in a Target
He stands motionless, one arm lagging at his side like a piece of unspooled yarn while the other one is thumbing through a boutique novelette. He reads with the kind of urgency you'd expect from someone taking the bar, or fine tooth combing a life insurance policy for loopholes. When he lifts his head to… Continue reading Scenes in a Target
Cinema Parenthesio
As with most things recreational, I tend to binge. Books, tennis, pain pills and yes . . movies. It doesn't matter as to the method,- Amazon Prime, HBO, Redbox or the theater- I tend to gorge myself in concentrated pockets. My movie binging tends to take the place of regular bi'ness, since I can't seem… Continue reading Cinema Parenthesio
Sorryless Sunday Morning
I am proclaiming this Sunday to be the intermezzo of my Woodstock series of posts. So in lieu of flower power, Imma post the first in a brand new series that will show up on the regular once I'm finished spilling on my three days of peace and music in the Catskills with the lovely… Continue reading Sorryless Sunday Morning
Never Go Gently
I had a couple ideas roasting nicely when I decided to order out instead. Because to me, Friday dances in rhythm with pizza delivery, frosty brews and righteous vibes. Friday shouldn't be jumping your mellow, it should be jump-starting the sweet trespass of forty eight hours done up all proper and such. Now, the stories… Continue reading Never Go Gently
