Archive for the ‘Truth’ Category

Anyone that visits here knows how much of a theme whore I used to be years ago.I would change my theme 3X in one day, maybe even more. (will someone make anonymum stop laughing?)Definitely more times than I change my underwear.I have calmed down a bit but today I saw what is currently up and said,“Yup. It’s [...]

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I originally intended to go all political this week but have decided against it.I’m not wussing out, I just [...]

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.

 
I run into many interesting people during the course of my day in Boston.This morning a customer took me by surprise with a true story that was just too damn funny not to share. I am not making this up folks.May not be suitable for reading the kids before bed either.I made mention of the [...]

It was 20 years ago tonight that my wife elbowed me at 1:30 in the morning saying, “My water just broke. Get some sleep.”Get some sleep?Yeah, right.I called Pamela’s mom and told her to come over immediately (to watch a sleeping 3 year-old Sarah) and it wasn’t soon after that we were changed and in [...]

Reading ‘Carver‘ right now.Please READ THIS.You will spend 20 minutes of your life and thank me.This is one of Carver’s most amazing short stories.Please take the time and read it.The man was amazing.Simply amazing . . .
 

A guy comes into the store today and says, “I want 4 packs of American Spirit Yellow.”We ring him up, take his money and say, “Would you like a bag?”He says, “No thank you, I have gloves.”I have gloves?More like you have a frozen mush of a cerebellum.Jesus Krispies. It must be the cold here [...]

 
He stares blindly out the window of another night down on Bleeker Street, where nothing seem to change except a world gone mad.He exists.I exist.I go to him, touch his shoulder feeling the quivering bone underneath my handbut he doesn’t move, nobody is home it seems.As I bend to kiss his forehead, I think back [...]

I need the sharpest of knives to slice this epidermal anomaly from the trappings of my weak and aging bodyDeep slices to the elbows, slow and tender slices to the kneesplease scratch my legs until they bleed, thank you pleasethis betrayal of skin, the most hideous part of meis a possession of the worst kind,an [...]

A favorite song of mine that means many things to many people. (for me? not about the ‘horse’)Please listen and enjoy.I had another post ready to go until I entered HTML Hell. (And I mean Hell)My blogging mentor, genius and friend is working on the sketchy details.And it’s all about the details.Headphones would be great [...]