What’s not to say about lackluster? Whenever I hear the word, I think of some pent up critic, wearing a black turtleneck, sitting somewhere in a small apartment in New York City, writing his review for the Times. And he types on his spindly black typewriter, for the umpteenth time, “His debut Broadway performance […]
Shining all the way down to the shoes. Read More »
The most suicides, worldwide per population, happen in Guyana, South America. Followed by Lesotho, Africa / Russia, Europe / and Lithuania, Europe. In the Top 20, African countries hold more than half the spots. At the other end of the spectrum are a host of Caribbean countries. Barbados has the fewest, followed by Antigua /
I put rocks in my pockets, but not in this way. Read More »
It is clear that I like a good quote. Why say it myself, when someone long before me, has said it better? I get a little RSS feed in my email inbox each morning, that drops a single quote on my doorstep. Kind of like a little baby in a basket, except, I can throw
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I’m taking a little vacation from writing today. Since I’ve been feeling a little stale at the keyboard. Dried up, is perhaps the better term. As such, it brought to mind my childhood memories of vacations. They are a bit of a mystery to me, as I reflect on them. I’ve mentioned in many
A little vacation goes a long way. From home. Read More »
We are happiest when we are at peace, wouldn’t you say? Peace, that quiet place which is free from disturbance or conflict. That state of calmness, restfulness, and tranquility of spirit. When we have it — when we feel that — what a masterful thing. This is mostly unrelated, I think. But I can’t stand
When we bulk up, hulky, and green, only to return again. Read More »
I’ve seen where Rasputin lived. Not all the places, but his last house. It was a modest wooden house, painted yellow, and tucked back in the trees at the wooded entrance of Czar Nicholas II and Alexandra’s Palace. It seemed a little creepy actually. He lived there with his wife, and his kids. All of
What’s around the bend, for mystics, and more. Read More »
What would have happened if the Princess had kissed the frog, and that frog turned into something other than the Prince? Wouldn’t that have been quite the story? Like, say, perhaps the witch, or whoever it was that put the curse on the Prince-Frog— what if that witch gave the kiss a random five
A kiss can lead to jelly donuts and an extra spin cycle Read More »
There was a shooting out in Utah. Four people were killed. And another person was seriously injured. That’s four dead in one shooting incident. It barely made the headlines. Barely. Four American Citizens. Three children, killed. One adult. And it is scarcely a blip on the American news scene. This is what we have
When deaths are so common place, we don’t even blink. Read More »