Credit to Warren Zevon for embedding this poignant line and visual into my youthful psyche back in ’76, and over the years it has intermittently thrust itself to the forefront of my brain, albeit never with the same exact meaning or impact. The only consistency is its tone of resignation…when all other avenues of dealing […]
As we age, making fun of our scratches and dents (and some worse stuff) is dependent on ones’ sense of humor but only if damage isn’t permanent. Scars, whether acquired as a badge of courage or earned by clumsiness or stupidity don’t count, and any psychological impact of learning invulnerability is a myth doesn’t either. […]
(A timely blast from the past from an October long ago) As I calmly aimed the tranquilizer gun at the strange being inhabiting the body of what was once my sweet, darling daughter, hoping to administer a dose of something to help her head spin back into its normal position on her shoulders, I remembered […]
I don’t enjoy reruns unless they’re guaranteed to provide a laugh, as laughter is always welcome given the torrent of shit we face which ain’t so funny. And anything could be considered a rerun if it’s close to or exactly as remembered and garners a similar, if not identical reaction. But as I sat in […]
I love summer but when August rolls around I begin to get the heebie-jeebies which reach a crescendo in the middle of the month when the evenings take on a different feel and sunsets arrive before the clock strikes eight. And those heebie-jeebies don’t subside till that same clock strikes October when I finally accept […]
Fifty years ago today I sauntered to the bus stop encased in a beige wool tweed suit, brown shirt and paisley tie, carrying my embossed vinyl briefcase devoid of contents except for pen and pad, furiously mopping my forehead with a paper towel as my hair immediately began sticking to the back of my neck, […]
Everyone loves methods. Having a method gives the impression you might know what you’re doing but whether it yields success Is not a given. So-called gurus pontificate about the necessity of methods but that’s only part of it…you need to have desire, drive and above all, some modicum of skill or talent to go along […]
I couldn’t make up my mind but what’s the difference? And besides, everything occurred outside the technical boundaries of a “day”, but if it were within a 24-hour window it would have been some hell of a day, one even the Beatles could never adequately capture in a three-minute song. It started one recent Saturday […]
Eeeeaaaassssy now… This is not another Nazi navel-gazing fever dream despite Germans playing starring roles in my partially inexplicable self-induced insanity and related struggle. Only partially since I’m self-aware and would be full of shit if I didn’t own up to some of it. One of my friends spewed the term “Teutonic Madness” when I […]
Sequels are not my thing. They’re typically never as good as the original but sometimes are so much worse they demand more than dismissiveness, which holds true for anything posing as entertainment as well as real life stuff. And real life has gotten really fucking bad and weird…we are once again in the grips of […]