Sunday, February 25, 2018

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My favorite kind of friend is the one who knows you so well that just by hearing your voice on the phone or seeing your face, they know exactly what kind of mood your in and just what you need. It is as if as the years pass, we develop a type of telepathic ear to one anothers empathy and nurturing needs. Well I needed a break from NYC, some peace and quite, so my girlfriend decided to invited me along to a cabin on the lake in the middle of nowhere, five hours north of Chicago.Fresh air. Wide open spaces. Beautiful lake views. Trees. Chirping Birds not drowned out by honking automobiles. Looking... Read More

I asked my mother, What is love? She said, A mother is love.

I said, what if you die? does love die too?

I asked my friend, What is love? She said it is when we feel each other even when we are far apart. I said, but you live far away, you are busy all the time with your job, your family your other interests... She said, yea, but sometimes love is like that.

I asked God, what is love? He said, I AM LOVE. I asked, so how do I know your love?

He said, I gave you my Sun. She is a powerful, bright, constant source of warmth and light. She was the first of my imaginings... Read More

I guess it’s true that you don’t know you’ve lost something until you look for it and realize it isn’t there anymore. That’s the definition of losing. When you leave your jacket at a restaurant, to you it might not be missing until you go to put it on the next day. Timing is key when it comes to loss. If you call the restaurant the next day, chances are they’ll have your jacket. You wait a week and it could be gone forever.

Somewhere down the line in the context of my past relationship I lost the most important thing I own: my own personal philosophy. "I swear by my life, and... Read More

I thought my dog was having a serious running dream, but no it was another quake.

Having recently moved to the desert in California, we have had two quakes, which were felt, dozens which only registered on a siesmic monitor. This recent one was felt and yet rather mild, it didn’t wake the sleeping dog.

I wasn't bothered enough to get up to check the Cal. Poly earthquake center.

But even if this one wasn’t the “Big One”, it will eventually happen or so it is predicted. Which makes me go to my fantasy of having beach front property. But you live in the desert are you... Read More

We humans are obsessed with our losses. We save our babies’ teeth, our dearly departed’s ashes, and we videotape our future ex-lovers in mid-coitus. The wisdom of no escape seems to elude us. When faced with loss we become sentimental, afraid and greedy. Why can’t we graciously let go of the things which have pleased us? I think it’s because we believe those spaces a loved one filled will stay empty; a hollow chamber in our hearts which aches like an amputated arm. We humans, with a brain wired for infinity in a physical world driven by change, are mystified and disturbed by what we will never... Read More

The Gray Lady wonders this morning if New York can truly (re)vert -- or reinvent -- itself into Neue Amsterdam via bikes. Her focus du jour is the Dutch "It" bicycle , and the question is that of how to look delicious(ly continental) while doing so.

It suggests looking like the guy pictured here... in which case I heartily approve.

However, trembling under those textiles is the unSPOKEn (10 point pun, don't you agree?)dialogue in this aestheticised vision of a psuedoeuropean paean to fashion a la bicyclette: that is, that bicycling leaves one... shall we say... moist?

The... Read More

I want to be a writer. I tell myself that all the time, but I don’t do what it takes to become a writer. I don’t write. I sit in front of the blank computer screen, and eventually become discouraged because I don’t know how to start. Or if I do happen to get started, the constant pressing of the backspace button defeats the purpose. I haven’t learned to just let the words flow, to allow the work to take shape, to let it birth itself for the world to enjoy. Censor this, cut out that, edit on the fly. I feel that it should be easier. I am constantly... Read More

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