I am saying serious prayers tonight for a country I have yet to visit. If you’ve heard about the tropical cyclone Yasi, you will know what I’m talking about. This nasty monster has morphed into a cat 5 cyclone. Not good. There are many people that I love living there. Please say a prayer for […]
I feel like a sad song One that feels as I do right now no rhyme, no reason; just overcrowded staves of emotional chromaticism making no sense; no reason, no rhyme I feel like a sad song One that sounds different than the one I’ve sung for so long, too long now out of time […]
There are several things I do know about my nocturnal comings and goings. I dream in vivid color, for one thing. Not just fundamental colors either. My synapses and neurotransmitters treat me to a 4th of July palette of incredible and wondrous things. My dreams are intensely complex, symbolically speaking, and I have yet to […]
Just a short video regarding the immeasurable distance internet technology has achieved.Australia is a millisecond away but downloads can make us weep.I love this video for many reasons.Maybe because I understand it.Or not.
It is during this time of the year that I generally go into an emotional cocoon; my own kind of hibernation and self preservation mode. December 1st until January 2nd, my internal sensors (censors) go into a Lockdown setting. Life is hectic, loud and screaming with white and pink noise. I need a celestial graphic […]
This week it’s all about jpegs. Jpeg Mania, if you will. Welcome to another Malarky Monday where we all get a chance to tickle your funny bone and expand your views of the wonders of the internet. For me, it’s about pictures this week. The opposite of fast food: A sad and horrible truth: The […]
No Malarky Monday today. Two guesses why . . .
I am not, I repeat, not a morning person. Never have been, never will. Ask my wife. Ask my kids. Hell, ask Bill the conductor on the 6:30am train I take into Boston. He checks my ticket and says, “Have a nice nap, sir.” Bill would honestly say, “Definitely NOT a morning person.” (*should be, […]
There is a speck of truth to this Hemingway quote for yours truly.
I’m thinking for everyone else as well.
I do love my sleep and the thought of turning off the invisible faucet still dripping with the miscommunications and shortfalls of the day now past me.
Maybe it’s no surprise that tomorrow is only accessible by passing through
the mysterious and stygian gates of slumber.
The world of all things nocturnal has always held a strange fascination with me.
I’ve found that when I write a fair amount of memoir during the day, my dreamworld is filled with
many things, some good and some not so good.
I searched the net and found some incredible facts regarding sleep . . .
I close my eyes trying to dream of something better than this anything true, a slightly bruised honesty would do Maybe it’s because nothing feels safe anymore So I close my eyes and dream of distant Norwegian lilies of beautiful and colourful things, the slumbering truths of my past Although nights of black rain are […]