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Squirrels in the Attic
It seems like æons ago that I lived in rural New Jersey. It was without question, as the saying goes, a former life — different employer, different house, different spouse. (To distinguish her from The Missus, I will refer to her as The Former Missus.) Our house was situated next to a dairy farm; our municipality, [...]
Beacon
[In the wake of yesterday's post (which began as a study of someone else's neurosis but ended as a study of my own), I'm really feeling the need today to just write about something completely free (for me) of any, y'know, import. Here's what floated to the surface, as it were.] A while back, I [...]
The Bathroom Talker
This is almost, but not quite, a tale for the Ear Job series of posts. But no, this is a tale of… let’s call it social maladjustment. Someone else’s. Or mine. Or both. The first words exchanged between this guy at work and me were simple, even innocent: “I said, where d’ya get your hair [...]
Somebody Else’s Perfect Moment
There’s a particular category of human experience unlike any other. It’s got nothing to do with personality or intelligence; it crosses geographic and linguistic borders as if they didn’t exist (because they don’t, except in our minds and on the paper where we record the products of those faulty machines). Such an experience comes and [...]
The Thing That Happened, Once
From whiskey river: At Blackwater Pond At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that [...]
Well, We Were All Innocent Children Once
As of this moment, this (from Maggie, as it happens) is the one inarguably interesting (albeit inarguably geekoid) item I’ve found among the Twitterings I’ve seen so far: the first page posted on the infant World Wide Web. The page was last updated Thursday, December 3, 1992, at 3:37:20 a.m. EST. The Web was originally [...]
The Travels of Mickey Tom (2)
[This post continues yesterday's. I won't redefine any of the terminology here, so if you find yourself a little confused it probably just means you need to read that one.] In the fall of 2003, The Missus and I were preparing to host her sisters, brother, and their families for Thanksgiving. At the time, the [...]
Fairly Creepy Little Quiz
Or at least, quiz results. For Yoda, I am: A venerated sage with vast power and knowledge, you gently guide forces around you while serving as a champion of the light. Judge me by my size, do you? And well you should not — for my ally is the Force. And a powerful ally it [...]
The Travels of Mickey Tom (1)
In the second part of this two-part series, I’ll introduce you to a handsome fellow named Mickey Tom. I’ll tell you where he started out, where he is now, how he got to where he is now, and where he’s headed. But before I can do any of that, I need to provide some background [...]
The Engaged Photographer
I’m working on a two-part series of posts at the moment, with Part 1 due up tomorrow. In the meantime, I thought you’d appreciate this. It’s a promotional video for the New York Public Library Photography Collection: Among the photographers discussed, you can find more information at these Web sites (besides Wikipedia, of course): Dorothea [...]
