The last dream I had was March 17, 2022. It was about a friend, an old friend, one of my best friends. In the dream, he was digging a swimming pool foundation with a backhoe. As it came to pass, that was the night after he died. I had called three days before and he … Continue reading The Last Dream
Yes it's true - they're linked. I've always been a huge fan of Neil Young. For over fifty years, and it's also true that I kind of take offense about all the jokes going around. About how we Boomers don't have a clue about Spotify, because we're so old and the streaming music service is … Continue reading Neil Young, Spotify, Joe Rogan, and Donald Trump
It's true! Or a David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest 100 years 'prior to'. I was introduced to Shaw's play Pygmalion (1914) sixty some years ago. When my mother took me by the hand and made me accompany her to My Fair Lady, a modern version of the theater performance, staring Julie Andrews and Rex Harrison. I can't recall … Continue reading George Bernard Shaw: “a Tolstoy with jokes”
was a rough thing to accept twenty years ago; and is no easier today. Or maybe it is? After all, I'm older and more accepting and grateful - to still be here. Or is it something else? complacency? burn out? hopelessness? Here's the story My favorite intellectual, Robert Wright, just posted a reflection and look … Continue reading Screwed without A Kiss
Today is my brother's 74th birthday. That's him, upper right. That's me upper left. The year was 1984. That's our father with the stovepipe hat and fake mustache. Also in the picture are our wives and children (including my two step-children). We're all 37 years older, except for our mother and father. They're diseased. There … Continue reading Birthdays
Her name is Farrah. Because she's sexy, fearless and friendly. She's become my favorite finch. Maybe favorite bird ever! The Magpie Cafe is actually my balcony. It's 30 feet above the ground, covered, faces south, and has majestic views of the city and the Rocky Mountains. The actual phantasy of a real cafe was never … Continue reading Bird personality?
Does it get any easier - the loss of the father? Short answer: no. Father's Day is a commercial ploy to make money. These days, what isn't? Nevertheless, the father is important. Because without him none of us would be here. My father was both a complicated and simple man. Simple because he was basically what a … Continue reading Father’s Day: five years later
is what I'm doing. All of us are (even the 1%). We resist and seek relief - honestly or dishonestly. Knowingly or unknowingly, consciously or unconsciously. We do this passively or actively via self-promotion with the goal being self-preservation. The Avenue or path, or road, are many. And our unique journey will vary. It could … Continue reading Creeping Toward Oblivion