July 11, 2010
Anne Frank Gets Graphic
July 11, 2010
Like thousands of young girls in the fifties and sixties, I worshiped Anne Frank. I can’t honestly say how many times I read her diary. Tucked away in my quiet bedroom in boring old Dayton, Ohio, I imagined myself pacing her attic, arguing with her mother, staring down the awful dentist Dussell, pining for Peter.
July 5, 2010
Fractally Speaking
July 5, 2010
This is a picture of my grandson Joshua during his recent visit to Space Center Houston. Note the muscle shirt. Apparently, a boy can be a rabid Ohio State football fan and aspire to be an astronaut.
Or maybe not. Right after this photo was taken, my daughter reported that Joshua screamed, “Get me out of this thing!”
This is a picture of my grandson Joshua during his recent visit to Space Center Houston. Note the muscle shirt. Apparently, a boy can be a rabid Ohio State football fan and aspire to be an astronaut.
Or maybe not. Right after this photo was taken, my daughter reported that Joshua screamed, “Get me out of this thing!”
June 28, 2010
Time Warp
June 28, 2010
Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think/
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink/
He shook me up, he took me by surprise/
He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.
That’s how Dr. Frank N Furter (aka Tim Curry) sang about being yanked from one temporal dimension to the next in “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink/
He shook me up, he took me by surprise/
He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.
That’s how Dr. Frank N Furter (aka Tim Curry) sang about being yanked from one temporal dimension to the next in “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”
Late Breaking News
June 27, 2010
My enthusiasm for watching Wimbledon (more like my latest convenient excuse for not writing) waned to almost zero after the “heroics,” if that’s what you call them, between Isner and Mahout. Unless you’ve been in the woods camping with your cell phone turned off or out of satellite range in the middle of the ocean, you must surely have heard about the match that would never end but finally limped to its conclusion three days after it started at 70-68 in the last set. Two things occur to me:
June 22, 2010
Lazy is Good
June 22, 2010
When I started this blog, I promised myself that I would post at least once a week. It’s only taken me a couple of months (not too shabby) to go back on my word.
This past weekend came and went without so much as a twitch of my fingers or a twinge of guilt over not writing or even wanting to write.
When I started this blog, I promised myself that I would post at least once a week. It’s only taken me a couple of months (not too shabby) to go back on my word.
This past weekend came and went without so much as a twitch of my fingers or a twinge of guilt over not writing or even wanting to write.
June 13, 2010
The Imp and Me
June 12, 2010
Yesterday, I had lunch with a friend who is also a writer and has just completed a draft of a memoir he’s been working on for several years.
“I feel a little lost,” he said. “I don’t quite know what to do with myself.”
“I know what you mean,” I said. “Downtime makes me crazy.”
Yesterday, I had lunch with a friend who is also a writer and has just completed a draft of a memoir he’s been working on for several years.
“I feel a little lost,” he said. “I don’t quite know what to do with myself.”
“I know what you mean,” I said. “Downtime makes me crazy.”
June 5, 2010
Birdemic 43214: Epilogue
June 5, 2010
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about a mother cardinal outside my kitchen window (“Birdemic 43214")—a bird invasion that turned my younger cat Serene’s life upside-down. She nearly poked through the screen trying to get out and stayed glued to the sill, ignoring meals and invitations to snuggle.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about a mother cardinal outside my kitchen window (“Birdemic 43214")—a bird invasion that turned my younger cat Serene’s life upside-down. She nearly poked through the screen trying to get out and stayed glued to the sill, ignoring meals and invitations to snuggle.
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