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Union Street Closing
Another jewel from my memory is to be thrown on the flaming pyre of history later this month, though it’s been many years since I’ve been to it. Many years since Kathryn, six foot six with a pix...
How do you explain this feeling to a girl?
The locking in. The levers. The gauges. The roar of 10,000 tiny parts all working together to rocket you through time and space. The pure exaltation of being so good at something that you’re...
Tim the Douchebag Taylor
The more I watch Tim the Tool Man Taylor, the more I find myself more annoyed than entertained. The window into the boomer child bearing years psyche is incredibly intriguing, especially since i...
A Gander In The Mirror
I must confess that my time spent gazing in the mirror, while never much to begin with, has been reduced to a quick glare in the pre dawn dark while I brush my teeth, still mostly asleep, and al...
Don't sleep on Buster Scruggs
Re-watched this country western Twilight Zone homage to death recently and was flattened out by it, yet again. I always forget how good movies can be directed until I watch a Cohen brothers movi...
A particular tactic in music theory
There was a time before I was 10 years old that the only place I ever wanted to be was this dumpy little historic park next to the waste processing plant because it had this incredible twisty sl...
Hidey-Ho Good Neighbor!
I find myself extremely disturbed by the events in Minneapolis, and my brain keeps trying to work out why it happened and how it could have been prevented. I feel so bad for her. I hope at lea...
The Outsider
by Camus. Excelled read, I highly recommend. A distant ex of mine used to accuse me of being 2% gay based on a phenomenon that she noticed back then, that many have noticed before and since: ...
Love letter to my bathroom
I thought about getting the bath started before writing this entry, but I’ve come to learn that filling a bath tub is a bit like boiling water. The second you take your eyes off of it, it’s read...
Back to loving Country Music, in theory
I used to hate country music. Then love it. Then hate it again. Then love it again. Then hate it again. For different varying reasons, as time has moved forward. I hated it in the 80s because ...
Loyalty
My friend who has been on the lam from local law enforcement- somewhere far out of state, out west I believe, for many years now- reached out for the first time in quite a while. I had been thin...
Net Positives & Christmas
Had a bit of a Slaughterhouse 5 moment on the way to brunch with the family this Christmas morning. I was driving down the unnaturally empty streets with my wrapped presents and cards in the pas...
Tannery Creek
I grew up in a town too small to have a major grocery store, though it did have a nice IGA up on the bluff. The selection was expensive and limited mostly to spartan brand goods, so like most pe...
For the love of Trailer Park Boys
My list of comfort shows goes as follows, with none in particular more favorite than the next- “Comfort Tier” I’ll name them: The Office, Frasier, The Wonder Years, and Trailer Park Boys. This i...
New Horizons, Old Darkness
I noticed recently that the places my mind flees to in order to escape momentary fits of existential panic aren’t what they used to be. It used to be all americanna, from a bygone age. David Ly...
Gone Baby Gone
It hits me really hard when I catch people beating themselves up for something. I can’t handle it, and will almost tear up, rushing to the defense of their worth and esteem against themselves, o...
I should have been the Wizard
I read this meme somewhere once, long ago. Something like- “I feel like I’m at the point in the RPG when I realize that I put my skill points into all the wrong stuff, but it’s too late to go ba...
Penfold and Magee
Is an intersection my good buddy Gary and I found one winter afternoon driving around on mushrooms with the explicit purpose of expanding our driving boundaries and getting lost somewhere. We ha...
August, 1994
There was something creepy about the 90s too. We romanticize it now, but a lot of it was unsettling- at first, maybe. The core characteristic of the decade, in my opinion, was this feeling of ...
Are we who we are, or who we want to be?
I feel like I spent my entire young adult life running away from who I was, towards who I wanted to be- got there, realized that the person I wanted to be (a sort of cold, calculated, effective ...
Friendship
I have very few friends in my old age. Almost none, in fact. I don’t mean pleasant acquaintances, which I have many, but real genuine friends. Of those, I’ve always had very few, but of late- a...
So Long, Gilbert's House
They tore Gilbert’s house down yesterday and today. My uncle cried. The late Gilbert, as of just a few months ago. He and his wife passed within a few weeks of each other, both in their late 9...
Cold Snap
Even as a little kid, I could never just follow the scripted path. I had to go rouge. Outside the lines, at all times. So once adulthood arrived, and most of my peers got down to the business o...
Autumn's final days
For six months out of the year I work overtime, weekends included, racing through empty halls and rooms turning on faucets and turning off faucets. Hundreds of rooms. Thousands of rooms maybe. A...
I wonder sometimes if people realize how little I assume they think of me. Especially people who are friendly on a superficial level. Store clerks. Business associates. People I must routinely i...
