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It’s just me, no BFD
Published on 2012-04-24 23:32:06
Last week, I sat outside a coffee shop under a tree with Spanish moss draped between its limbs like gauze. I was munching an apple bran muffin when a sparrow, hunting for crumbs, hopped under my table. Curious to see how bold she’d be, I sat perfectly still. She cocked her head, and scooted between my feet. I wondered: did her survival instinct outweigh her fear of my sized-12 shoe? I’m no ornithologist – I… more > read more
The magic fairy endless dichotomy
Published on 2012-04-07 05:56:07
Most nights, I crash around 11 and wake between 3 and 3:30. Eyes pink and itchy. Nose running profusely. As the coffee drips, I dress myself in the same wretched sweats, socks, and boots I wear 5 times a week. In my fog – or is it fugue? – state, I stuff an apple, some trail-mix and a seltzer in a backpack, crate Lucy, and am out the door by 4. In 2007, a Harvard… more > read more
The magic fairy endless dichotomy
Published on 2012-04-07 05:56:07
Most nights, I crash around 11 and wake between 3 and 3:30. Eyes pink and itchy. Nose running profusely. As the coffee drips, I dress myself in the same wretched sweats, socks, and boots I wear 5 times a week. In my fog – or is it fugue? – state, I stuff an apple, some trail-mix and a seltzer in a backpack, crate Lucy, and am out the door by 4. In 2007, a Harvard… more > read more
I keep coming back to personal responsibility
Published on 2012-03-10 08:00:46
Lucy is chewing a stick on the Berber carpet. A straw-sized stick she snatched up from the parking lot of my apartment complex. A woman walking her Yorkie asked about Lucy’s breed. I told her I suspected my precious little mutt was half Jack Russell, maybe. The lady guessed Havanese. I said you mean like from Cuba? Cuba keeps coming up. A bespectacled contestant on Jeopardy last night went there as an undergrad. I’m at… more > read more
I keep coming back to personal responsibility
Published on 2012-03-10 08:00:46
Lucy is chewing a stick on the Berber carpet. A straw-sized stick she snatched up from the parking lot of my apartment complex. A woman walking her Yorkie asked about Lucy’s breed. I told her I suspected my precious little mutt was half Jack Russell, maybe. The lady guessed Havanese. I said you mean like from Cuba? Cuba keeps coming up. A bespectacled contestant on Jeopardy last night went there as an undergrad. I’m at… more > read more
Life coach cookies
Published on 2012-02-19 11:35:33
As a part-time pre-loader for a major shipping company, I can pretty much eat what I want these days. Someday soon, I intend to drive to the grocery store, balance myself on the stern of a shopping cart, shield my eyes from the bright incandescent lights, point to the cookie aisle in a manner befitting a jubilant ship’s captain, and shout, CHIPS AHOY! I’ll do it with such fervor and alacrity as to transcend socially… more > read more
Life coach cookies
Published on 2012-02-19 11:35:33
As a part-time pre-loader for a major shipping company, I can pretty much eat what I want these days. Someday soon, I intend to drive to the grocery store, balance myself on the stern of a shopping cart, shield my eyes from the bright incandescent lights, point to the cookie aisle in a manner befitting a jubilant ship’s captain, and shout, CHIPS AHOY! I’ll do it with such fervor and alacrity as to transcend socially… more > read more
Walking the belt with an abysmal Newt
Published on 2012-01-22 03:47:11
Sometimes you walk into the wrong truck. You stand at a conveyor belt, pondering what brown is actually doing for you. You hoist a package, read a number on a label that tells you which truck to load it in. Only, it’s 3 a.m. and you’re dazed. This is the antithesis of working smart, you think, a fact proven by your paycheck. But sometimes you walk into the right truck. You register for a literary… more > read more
Walking the belt with an abysmal Newt
Published on 2012-01-22 03:47:11
Sometimes you walk into the wrong truck. You stand at a conveyor belt, pondering what brown is actually doing for you. You hoist a package, read a number on a label that tells you which truck to load it in. Only, it’s 3 a.m. and you’re dazed. This is the antithesis of working smart, you think, a fact proven by your paycheck. But sometimes you walk into the right truck. You register for a literary… more > read more
God, work and Scarlett
Published on 2012-01-02 09:45:08
With a dirty windshield, I drive to work around two in the morning. I tell myself I’m not completely cut off from giving this faith business a chance. Still, I can’t help cringing at the sermon-ending refrain of God can do wonderful things if you let him into your world to the tinkling of piano keys on a.m. radio. But one night Charles Colson says something to the effect that ethics are rooted in an… more > read more
God, work and Scarlett
Published on 2012-01-02 09:45:08
With a dirty windshield, I drive to work around two in the morning. I tell myself I’m not completely cut off from giving this faith business a chance. Still, I can’t help cringing at the sermon-ending refrain of God can do wonderful things if you let him into your world to the tinkling of piano keys on a.m. radio. But one night Charles Colson says something to the effect that ethics are rooted in an… more > read more
Waiting for my leg to vibrate
Published on 2011-12-13 14:22:58
I’m miles from words. In my absence from Chin Musik, I’ve migrated from the couch (a.k.a. “The Great Humbler”) to an air mattress in the garage. At Thanksgiving dinner, Paul said he thought it was his job to save me. We speak daily of spiritual matters. One day, he turned me on to Apostle Paul’s definition of love in First Corinthians, the one that begins “Love is patient, love is kind…” We agreed that it… more > read more
Waiting for my leg to vibrate
Published on 2011-12-13 14:22:58
I’m miles from words. In my absence from Chin Musik, I’ve migrated from the couch (a.k.a. “The Great Humbler”) to an air mattress in the garage. At Thanksgiving dinner, Paul said he thought it was his job to save me. We speak daily of spiritual matters. One day, he turned me on to Apostle Paul’s definition of love in First Corinthians, the one that begins “Love is patient, love is kind…” We agreed that it… more > read more
Five days in Redington
Published on 2011-11-29 09:38:39
On Wednesday, I drive to Redington Beach. Crossing 66th Street in Pinellas Park, I think about the factory where I used to work, incense and rat-infested potpourri. I meet my friend Scarlet at the condo, where the La-Z-Boy affords a southerly view of the beach. Beach-goers, simple or complicated people (in love or lonely) hang in suspended animation, drawn to the vast expanse of the sea, with no terminal point on the horizon. The sun turns the… more > read more
Five days in Redington
Published on 2011-11-29 09:38:39
On Wednesday, I drive to Redington Beach. Crossing 66th Street in Pinellas Park, I think about the factory where I used to work, incense and rat-infested potpourri. I meet my friend Scarlet at the condo, where the La-Z-Boy affords a southerly view of the beach. Beach-goers, simple or complicated people (in love or lonely) hang in suspended animation, drawn to the vast expanse of the sea, with no terminal point on the horizon. The sun turns the… more > read more
Nora, there was no sin
Published on 2011-11-19 10:44:55
I want to dwell inside the minor key of Nora, and let the words split me open like a clam. I don’t know which parts, if any, are autobiographical. I spent four hours with the artist once: we discussed the volatility of Cuban-Americans, but I never got the lowdown on the song that’s as much a part of my musical constellation as Tempted and Richard Thompson’s Persuasion. I first heard it in 2001, or maybe… more > read more
Nora, there was no sin
Published on 2011-11-19 10:44:55
I want to dwell inside the minor key of Nora, and let the words split me open like a clam. I don’t know which parts, if any, are autobiographical. I spent four hours with the artist once: we discussed the volatility of Cuban-Americans, but I never got the lowdown on the song that’s as much a part of my musical constellation as Tempted and Richard Thompson’s Persuasion. I first heard it in 2001, or maybe… more > read more
Lost and found and need and want
Published on 2011-11-11 08:23:27
When I was 21, long before I read Siddhartha, I told my mother that someday I’d give up all my possessions and walk the Earth in search of stories. Naturally, she looked at me like I was a two-headed freak. At 41, I know that any double-talking blind prophet I’m liable to meet would just as soon sell me cans of effervescent sugar water with astrological factoids scrawled along the bottom. You are imaginative and… more > read more
Lost and found and need and want
Published on 2011-11-11 08:23:27
When I was 21, long before I read Siddhartha, I told my mother that someday I’d give up all my possessions and walk the Earth in search of stories. Naturally, she looked at me like I was a two-headed freak. At 41, I know that any double-talking blind prophet I’m liable to meet would just as soon sell me cans of effervescent sugar water with astrological factoids scrawled along the bottom. You are imaginative and… more > read more
Starbucks daymare, or, pornography in 160 characters or less
Published on 2011-11-07 07:30:07
Yesterday (or was it the day before?) I had a Starbucks daymare. It was a grotesque hoard of coffee drinkers. I imagined a woman’s face was made of wax and that she had Teddy Bear button eyes. Only she masticated instead of chewed, and walked in a half-squat, as if coiled to leap through the plate glass window. There was a girl in cupcake pajamas. There was a man in a Wolverine’s cap with wisps… more > read more
Starbucks daymare, or, pornography in 160 characters or less
Published on 2011-11-07 07:30:07
Yesterday (or was it the day before?) I had a Starbucks daymare. It was a grotesque hoard of coffee drinkers. I imagined a woman’s face was made of wax and that she had Teddy Bear button eyes. Only she masticated instead of chewed, and walked in a half-squat, as if coiled to leap through the plate glass window. There was a girl in cupcake pajamas. There was a man in a Wolverine’s cap with wisps… more > read more
God-flavored milkshakes of lessons never learned
Published on 2011-11-02 16:59:54
I’m afraid this one is complete third-person drivel. White dude plays with house money, stands at cross-walk, leers at orange-sequined hand of traffic signal. Thinks it looks like piss-stained Michael Jackson glove. STOP. I’m a never was with has-been aspirations. GO. 12, 11, 10… to scurry across. His five-day gruff demarks a life en medias res. A big mirthful Buddha perched where rubber soul kisses the south end of the longest sidewalk in the universe.… more > read more
Notes from the couch
Published on 2011-10-28 11:27:04
A modest place is all that’s required: a room with an optional view for this here laptop, my guitar, my books, and Lucy. But for now life is a stained and dilapidated couch. Twelve years of dirt and liquid trapped in fabric fibers. I’m no color expert, but I think there’s a point where the line between olive and drab gray becomes indistinguishable. On good days, I center myself and square up the day in… more > read more
And in the beginning, we lost our fucking minds…
Published on 2011-10-21 15:13:50
Not every nigga drinks the Golden Nectar Kool-Aid. And I can think of no better way to agitate, detract and edify than to kick it old school, and I mean go waay back, yo. See, because if you think the only creation myth begins “In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the earth,” then you’re misinformed. Lo, the rumblings! Lest the faithful diss my heresy outright, let me provide some historical context. Creation myths… more > read more
Wallets made of duct tape (the “art.e.fakts” of life)
Published on 2011-07-01 10:27:46
Memorial Day weekend. I’m at the park, telling friends about my new marketing/pr gig at an area dance company. “I’ll stick it out for a year,” I say. “I’d like to make it through the show season.” By Tuesday, I’d taken my talents > read more
Happy. Birthday. To. Me. (the homeless blog)
Published on 2011-06-27 20:49:35
I turned 41 today. Yep, today’s my birthday. For the most part, I’m not the birthday kind. It’s just another day. But this has been a birthday to remember. It’s my 41st birthday and I’m homeless. I’m not even kiddi > read more
When Whitey got nabbed
Published on 2011-06-23 10:30:09
Logging on this a.m., I saw #whiteybulger trending on Twitter. I got to thinking about when it was I first saw his mug on America’s Most Wanted. If memory serves, Whitey’s brother was President of U-Mass at the time, and he’d come u > read more
In the next blog…
Published on 2011-06-20 06:00:42
The next blog, in a post-Paxil world. I write about puffing the hypothetical spliff, and rocking out to Smells Like Teen Spirit in the local Subway, where I almost always get a 6-inch turkey on wheat—I’m not defecating you, it’s not the size > read more
Fathers and Sons in Infinite Jest (part 8)
Published on 2011-06-10 07:07:29
(Note: to read part 7 in the series, click here.) Himself and Hal It is not surprising, then, that Himself decides to hang his own shingle at some point after his father’s death. Wallace writes: “James Incandenza…used tennis scholarships t > read more
Pharmacology and consequence
Published on 2011-06-08 12:05:22
Kicking anti-depressants helps me to see the forest for the, um, trees. I’ve been down on pharmacology lately. I’ve been taking a minimal dosage of Paxil, off and on, for 14 years now. It’s supposed to help regulate my highs and lows. And then > read more
LeBron James: LeKing or LeCourt Jester?
Published on 2011-06-04 07:49:11
Championships or not, LeBron James is forever LeLoser in my book. Basketball isn’t my game. Admittedly, I’m of the mind that the three-run home run is the best play in sports. My idea of Xs and Os is more pencil and paper at the kiddy table tha > read more
Mugwort and his cronies
Published on 2011-04-29 05:59:40
At the allergists Wednesday, the doctor said I’d been approved for Xolair injections. It’s like this heavy duty antibody that packs a wallop against the ass-mar. I said does that mean I can stop taking all of my other meds. In his thick Israeli a > read more
Fathers and Sons in Infinite Jest (part 4)
Published on 2011-04-25 05:08:30
Powered by Max Banner Ads(Note: to read part 3 in the series, click here.) 3. Tennis lessons James Sr.’s father represents the first in the patriarchal line; it is his actions and behaviors which have deleterious and lasting effects on > read more
Fathers and Sons in Infinite Jest (part 3)
Published on 2011-04-18 05:08:43
Powered by Max Banner Ads(Note: Click here for parts one and two. Also, if you haven’t read Infinite Jest, this review might be a good primer.) 2. The wraith At some point after Himself commits suicide, he assumes the form of a wraith > read more
Fathers and Sons in Infinite Jest (part 2)
Published on 2011-04-11 08:19:35
(Note: To read part 1, click here. Also, if you haven’t read Infinite Jest, this review might be a good precursor.) 1. The professional conversationalist Wallace establishes a paradigm of fathers attempting to reach their sons early in the nov > read more
The Major League Baseball (Crazy) Hall of Fame
Published on 2011-04-04 12:27:01
When I was a kid, MLB abounded with eccentric baseball players. In deference to freaks of a by-gone era, here’s my top 10 whack-a-doodles. 10. Mark “The Bird” Fidrych talked to himself. He talked to the ball, too. He aimed the ball like a dart > read more
Conferred Silence: Fathers and Sons in David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest
Published on 2011-04-01 08:16:37
I wrote this academic paper just over a year ago. For some reason, I’m thinking about serializing it on Chin Musik in the coming weeks. (Note: references forthcoming.) Fathers are biological necessities, but social accidents. —Margaret Mead > read more
Between Pitches by Jon Konrath
Published on 2011-03-31 07:58:56
I *hated* baseball as a kid. My parents forced me into a season of peewee league, one of those “we need to toughen him up” exercises in futility. I spent long hours standing in an outfield, battling hay fever, bored mindless. Other teams got cool > read more
The Land of Maladies
Published on 2011-03-30 10:59:29
This dispatch comes to you from The Land of Maladies. I got clothes-lined by a microscopic germ that entered my person nigh 72 hours ago. I cough. I can’t get a full breath. I make friction with my feet the way I have always done, to combat the di > read more
Emoticon, text-speak responses to Glenn Beck
Published on 2011-03-28 05:28:36
He’s said the President wants to permanently ban fishing. : – / And that 10% of all Muslims are terrorists (W-T-F). He even said the Cash-for-Clunkers program was a secret government plot to gain access over our computers. Say what you want, > read more
The Grand Arbiter of Reader Response
Published on 2011-03-25 05:07:36
I’m at an undisclosed location, scoring 8th grade English assessments. I can’t tell you the name of the company; I can’t tell you what state the tests came from. I’ve already been canned once for violating HIPAA. I’m sure you understand. Bu > read more
At least I’ll cry for Billy Joel
Published on 2011-03-11 12:21:52
At 11:39 a.m. today, CNN reported that at least 133 people were killed after an 8.9-magnitude earthquake hit Japan. A tsunami subsequently struck the coastal city of Sendai in Miyagi. 200-300 bodies have been found. The death toll is likely to rise. > read more
Chin Musik Secrets Revealed!
Published on 2011-03-09 13:42:37
Outside of deep water and public urinals, little scares me more than stagnation. Okay, maybe secrets. I like shit out in the sun. Secret #1: Each of the images in the new banner mean something to me. I’m a guy with a hole in his head, a monkey with > read more
The Rollins Cure by Jon Konrath
Published on 2011-03-08 17:24:50
Many people these days become writers to talk about zombies and vampires. I started because I was trying to avoid becoming one. It’s the typical tale: boy meets girl, girl leaves boy, boy consumes mass amounts of ethanol beverages. And why not? > read more
Charlie Bit My Finger: An Original ChinMusik Parody
Published on 2011-03-07 09:04:15
This video is our first collaborative joint in quite some time. It’s what happens when you put two lunatics in a room with a video camera, a case of Pepsi Max, a liter of spiced rum, various kiddy toys, a box of Ritz crackers, and seas > read more
What I’m Trying to Say About What I’m Trying to Say
Published on 2011-03-04 07:48:07
As a writer, I’ve worked across genres and dreams. Novels, short stories, screen plays, sketches, memoirs, ghost writings, editing, brainstorming, workshops with Tom, Dick and Mary, etc. For hire, I’ve written speeches and run workshops for wanna > read more
What I’m Trying to Say About What I’m Trying to Say
Published on 2011-03-04 07:48:07
As a writer, I’ve worked across genres and dreams. Novels, short stories, screen plays, sketches, memoirs, ghost writings, editing, brainstorming, workshops with Tom, Dick and Mary, etc. For hire, I’ve written speeches and run workshops for wanna > read more
Awaken (the Lady Gaga in your Justin Bieber)
Published on 2011-03-04 07:35:06
As I reflect on this, I find it interesting that I’m not focused on the evil life-sucking harpy who inspired it. Among other things, religion/spirituality was meant to take us outside of time and connect us to the divine. Sadly, it’ > read more
Awaken (the Lady Gaga in your Justin Bieber)
Published on 2011-03-04 07:35:06
As I reflect on this, I find it interesting that I’m not focused on the evil life-sucking harpy who inspired it. Among other things, religion/spirituality was meant to take us outside of time and connect us to the divine. Sadly, it’ > read more
What I’m Trying to Say About What I’m Trying to Say
Published on 2011-03-02 10:07:36
As a writer, I’ve worked across genres and dreams. Novels, short stories, screen plays, sketches, memoirs, ghost writings, editing, brainstorming, workshops with Tom, Dick and Mary, etc. For hire, I’ve written speeches and run workshops for wanna > read more
Awaken (the Lady Gaga in your Justin Bieber)
Published on 2011-02-28 20:13:41
As I reflect on this, I find it interesting that I’m not focused on the evil life-sucking harpy who inspired it. Among other things, religion/spirituality was meant to take us outside of time and connect us to the divine. Sadly, it’ > read more
Nuts and bolts of the future
Published on 2011-02-25 09:44:50
I’ve tried to remain true to Chin Musik’s *foo-foo alert* creative vision. By my own admission, I’ve vacillated wildly between cranky, whiny, sarcastic and ironic. I like to think I’ve made you laugh at times. I’ve mostly tried to keep it > read more
Nuts and bolts of the future
Published on 2011-02-25 09:44:50
I’ve tried to remain true to Chin Musik’s *foo-foo alert* creative vision. By my own admission, I’ve vacillated wildly between cranky, whiny, sarcastic and ironic. I like to think I’ve made you laugh at times. I’ve mostly tried to keep it > read more
Nuts and bolts of the future
Published on 2011-02-25 09:44:50
I’ve tried to remain true to Chin Musik’s *foo-foo alert* creative vision. By my own admission, I’ve vacillated wildly between cranky, whiny, sarcastic and ironic. I like to think I’ve made you laugh at times. I’ve mostly tried to keep it > read more
Blood makes the memory
Published on 2011-02-23 12:02:06
A ceramic dish spilled out of the cupboard the other day as I was putting away coffee cups. The dish passed through my hands like a football splitting the uprights, scattering razor-thin shards of clay over the counter. A jagged edge pierced my left > read more
Blood makes the memory
Published on 2011-02-23 12:02:06
A ceramic dish spilled out of the cupboard the other day as I was putting away coffee cups. The dish passed through my hands like a football splitting the uprights, scattering razor-thin shards of clay over the counter. A jagged edge pierced my left > read more
Blood makes the memory
Published on 2011-02-23 12:02:06
A ceramic dish spilled out of the cupboard the other day as I was putting away coffee cups. The dish passed through my hands like a football splitting the uprights, scattering razor-thin shards of clay over the counter. A jagged … Continue read > read more
Gary McLouth: Prepatory to a blog, or the blog
Published on 2011-02-22 06:26:49
I met Randy some 20 years ago at The College of Saint Rose in Albany, NY. I was the advisor to the college student newspaper, The Chronicle. Randy was the editor that year. He may have taken a class with me, Magazine Writing and Production, but I don > read more
Gary McLouth: Prepatory to a blog, or the blog
Published on 2011-02-22 06:26:49
I met Randy some 20 years ago at The College of Saint Rose in Albany, NY. I was the advisor to the college student newspaper, The Chronicle. Randy was the editor that year. He may have taken a class with me, Magazine Writing and Production, but I don > read more
Gary McLouth: Prepatory to a blog, or the blog
Published on 2011-02-22 06:26:49
I met Randy some 20 years ago at The College of Saint Rose in Albany, NY. I was the advisor to the college student newspaper, The Chronicle. Randy was the editor that year. He may have taken a class with … Continue reading → > read more
Back Out to the Suburbs for Work Again
Published on 2011-02-20 20:37:44
My mid-20′s—a period of my life that was like season one of Californication minus the daughter. I lived in Albany and worked west of Latham. Good news? No fighting against morning traffic (everyone was going the other way), Howard Stern > read more
Back Out to the Suburbs for Work Again
Published on 2011-02-20 20:37:44
My mid-20′s—a period of my life that was like season one of Californication minus the daughter. I lived in Albany and worked west of Latham. Good news? No fighting against morning traffic (everyone was going the other way), Howard Stern > read more
Lawrence DeMarco: Back Out to the Suburbs for Work Again
Published on 2011-02-20 20:37:44
My mid-20′s—a period of my life that was like season one of Californication minus the daughter. I lived in Albany and worked west of Latham. Good news? No fighting against morning traffic (everyone was going the other way), Howard Stern > read more
Impressions
Published on 2011-02-19 15:56:34
“I have a beautiful child who looks like golden flowers.” –Sappho, 6th century B.C. To sweep your courtyard of willow leaves, and then depart: that would be my wish. —Basho, 1644-1694 Sappho’s inspiration needs no explanation; a mothe > read more
Impressions
Published on 2011-02-19 15:56:34
“I have a beautiful child who looks like golden flowers.” –Sappho, 6th century B.C. To sweep your courtyard of willow leaves, and then depart: that would be my wish. —Basho, 1644-1694 Sappho’s inspiration needs no explanation; a mothe > read more
Impressions
Published on 2011-02-19 15:56:34
“I have a beautiful child who looks like golden flowers.” –Sappho, 6th century B.C. To sweep your courtyard of willow leaves, and then depart: that would be my wish. —Basho, 1644-1694 Sappho’s inspiration needs no explanation; a mothe > read more
Miguel Cabrera, baseball commodity
Published on 2011-02-18 10:40:40
Don’t read this if you’ve never: - drank yourself unconscious - gotten behind the wheel with a BAC over the legal limit - felt a sense of alienation and isolation - failed on the baseball diamond, on the job, or in life Now that The Untouchab > read more
Miguel Cabrera, baseball commodity
Published on 2011-02-18 10:40:40
Don’t read this if you’ve never: - drank yourself unconscious - gotten behind the wheel with a BAC over the legal limit - felt a sense of alienation and isolation - failed on the baseball diamond, on the job, or in life Now that The Untouchab > read more
Miguel Cabrera, baseball commodity
Published on 2011-02-18 10:40:40
Don’t read this if you’ve never: - drank yourself unconscious - gotten behind the wheel with a BAC over the legal limit - felt a sense of alienation and isolation - failed on the baseball diamond, on the job, or in life Now that … Conti > read more
Befores and afters
Published on 2011-02-16 12:34:51
My wife watched a documentary about Henry VIII recently. She told me that scientists believe he suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury during a jousting match. He was knocked unconscious when his horse landed on him, and was a changed man ever after. Hi > read more
Befores and afters
Published on 2011-02-16 12:34:51
My wife watched a documentary about Henry VIII recently. She told me that scientists believe he suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury during a jousting match. He was knocked unconscious when his horse landed on him, and was a changed man ever after. Hi > read more
Befores and afters
Published on 2011-02-16 12:34:51
My wife watched a documentary about Henry VIII recently. She told me that scientists believe he suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury during a jousting match. He was knocked unconscious when his horse landed on him, and was a changed man … Continue > read more
Now pinch-hitting: Andrew Sohan George
Published on 2011-02-15 07:01:59
My old buddy has asked me to contribute, and I’ve gleefully accepted. The following is my attempt to show you some pictures/snapshots/glimpses of my life… BIKES 1970 Harley Davidson XLCH 900, kick only: 17-years-old. Slam into a four point buck i > read more
Now pinch-hitting: Andrew Sohan George
Published on 2011-02-15 07:01:59
My old buddy has asked me to contribute, and I’ve gleefully accepted. The following is my attempt to show you some pictures/snapshots/glimpses of my life… BIKES 1970 Harley Davidson XLCH 900, kick only: 17-years-old. Slam into a four point buck i > read more
Now pinch-hitting: Andrew Sohan George
Published on 2011-02-15 07:01:59
My old buddy has asked me to contribute, and I’ve gleefully accepted. The following is my attempt to show you some pictures/snapshots/glimpses of my life… BIKES 1970 Harley Davidson XLCH 900, kick only: 17-years-old. Slam into a four point buck & > read more
Man eats dog treat, saves marriage
Published on 2011-02-14 11:59:47
I’ve never been a grab-n-go type who plucks a half dozen sweaty roses from a bucket of stagnant water at the convenience store, pops open a can of Coors Lite at the dinner table and makes overtures for “a little … Continue reading → > read more
“Chin Musik” (instrumental)
Published on 2011-02-12 12:10:07
Filed under: music Tagged: Cecelia Bella Design and Hobby, Chin Musik, identity, Lawrence DeMarco, music, Peekabo Flatfish > read more
My plan for world domination
Published on 2011-02-11 12:17:29
Filed under: business Tagged: baseball, Business plan, Corsendonk, e-zine, fiction, identity, imperialization, literary magazine, marketing, music, non-fiction, Randy Howard, SEO > read more
Flashback: immersion gone awry
Published on 2011-02-10 09:00:48
A little sumpin’-sumpin’ from back in the day. C.D. SPORTS, circa February, 1996. (Sorry about the cut-n-tape marks.) Filed under: sports Tagged: Capital District Sports, ChinMusik, Gore Mountain, humor, identity, immersion, Randy Howard, > read more
Forsaken in a small town
Published on 2011-02-09 12:02:04
I remember when Father Gary Mercure served as associate pastor at the Our Lady of the Annunciation church. It was the early ‘80s, and Queensbury seemed as idyllic a place to live then as it does now. I remember … Continue reading → > read more
Guest blogger: Lawrence DeMarco
Published on 2011-02-08 06:02:58
Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of poverty and questionable taste (with the exception of ale). There are a myriad of ways for me to introduce myself and I can’t decide upon one. I must confess my narcissim … Con > read more
Traumerika
Published on 2011-02-04 14:51:57
Freedom is neuroplasticity. Words mean nothing. And then somebody picks up a rock or a bouquet of flowers. Life coaches are New Age dung peddlers. [Sham.]There are many countries within the United States of America. We inhabit one and all. One coun > read more
A sin-seer apology
Published on 2011-02-02 09:47:38
I got an e-mail from my mother yesterday. She said I should be careful about what I put in my blog because she saw a program about employers using it to research background information on potential job-seekers. In lieu of my … Continue reading > read more
Direc(WEE-WEE-ON-MY)TV
Published on 2011-01-31 10:16:24
Da facts: We recently discovered that DirecTV has been charging us since July for both STARZ and SHOWTIME. When my wife called to settle the matter, the CSR told her it was the “customer’s responsibility” to make sure the bill … Continue > read more
Owed to Meister Brau
Published on 2011-01-28 12:16:01
Answer: You can improve your brain matter at any age. I sip the cup. The cup is cobalt blue. It has a crescent moon and a palm tree etched in the side. I rinse wine glasses. They were either pilfered or … Continue reading → > read more
If the fu shits, wear it
Published on 2011-01-26 11:31:41
I played brain games this morning. I selected my personal brain goals and jumped right into neuron-connecting mental gymnastics. Apparently, if I practice every day, I’ll be able to remember names after a first introduction, avoid distractions, ada > read more
Mr. H-R Super Hero Guy
Published on 2011-01-24 11:57:07
I’d like to come clean. Just because I trim my nose hair, look snazzy in my Men’s Warehouse Special, and talk myself up like I’m the best thing since the Sleep Number Bed doesn’t mean didgeridoo. My resume only tells half the story. To wit: W > read more
Gray-scaled faces
Published on 2011-01-21 13:26:32
You lost your shit sticking up for your old lady. The machine records, tallies, and catalogues. You arrive 10 minutes early, wait in a waiting room, thumb a tabloid. It shows you a picture and a caption that reads Meg Ryan’s dating X. You read Meg > read more
Interchangeable
Published on 2011-01-19 10:53:54
Yesterday I felt sorry for sniping at the Pope and thought maybe he never personally sodomized an altar boy. Today I stand by sacrilege and hyperbole in the spirit of empathy. Yesterday I watched a billion frozen kamikazes (no two alike) drift past t > read more
My #ucket list, part 1
Published on 2011-01-17 14:18:40
Career objectives. Athletic goals. Personal ambitions. Twenty things I’d like to accomplish before the eternal dirt-nap. 1. Bring a Labradoodle puppy and a mini-van crammed to the hilt with strawberries to Hugh Heffner’s next birthday party 2. S > read more
All that blind faith portends
Published on 2011-01-14 10:54:37
I listened to it again all the way through for the second time in as many mornings. I must have bought the cassette in high school. There are only six songs, and the last one features Ginger Baker pounding the shit out of the drums. Either the percus > read more
Snow-shovel (from my cold, dead hands)
Published on 2011-01-12 12:02:59
There’s a good chance I’ll die snow-shovel in hand. My heart will stop mid-tick, or go ka-flooey into a jillion pieces of coronary tissue. I’ll collapse from exhaustion into a snowdrift, catch hypothermia and cross over with the Pied Pipers’ > read more
1-11-11 writer’s log
Published on 2011-01-11 12:07:19
Where my world and I play nice: And the inverse: round and round the wheels go spraying the mud & cogito ergo run with pants on fire. Filed under: cognitive inflexibility, depression, identity, immersion, life, obsessive compulsivity, psycholog > read more
Hackles
Published on 2011-01-07 08:54:31
Sometimes, when I’m in my jammies, I can’t be bothered to don the winter garb just to let Fritz outside to pee. I swear the little pecker-head needs to go like 20 times a day. So I stand by the backdoor in my slippers and say c’mon, be quick. > read more
What’s your BoobMood©?
Published on 2011-01-05 11:22:56
I’ve decided that 2011, for me, is the year of rolling light-and-lively. As such, I’m ringing in the new year with a game I’ve spent the last 17 years perfecting. It’s called BoobMood Match-up©. Here’s how it w > read more