Happiness really ain’t all about luck
Let your demeanor be your deep down self
And don’t sacrifice your life for your health
When you speak, speak sincere
And believe me friend, everyone will hear
Fontaines D.C. – A Hero’s Death
The ocean remains blue and peaceful
My friends are a mixed bunch. I’m lucky in a big way – I don’t choose friends with any idea of what they can do for me professionally. This is one of the benefits of working for myself. It’s also one of the major disadvantages. There’s never anyone to help me. When you’re alone, you’re … Continue reading The ocean remains blue and peaceful
Blinding
I’m not the kind of person who goes to a doctor for a check-up. This isn’t a brave boast, it’s a confession of stupidity and I need to change my ways. Thing is, I worry that if I go, something will show up. I know. I know. Back in January of this year – before … Continue reading Blinding
Living it up in the apocalypse
The world has become like this big old mansion you can walk or run through, opening doors into rooms without knowing what to find when you go in. Having been banned from Twitter for seven days, I find myself looking at the news from a slightly different standpoint. The Twitter ban means I can look, … Continue reading Living it up in the apocalypse
All of this is being recorded
I got banned from Twitter yesterday for seven days. I had broken a rule they have. This was an experience I am familiar with, this thing whereby a clearly idiotic institution gets high-minded and puts me in my place. I am, let’s not forget, a product of the British Public School system – and I … Continue reading All of this is being recorded
Recipro City
Recipro City Awake at 3:00 AM, I feel a pain that immediately convinces me I’m about to die. It’s a stabbing pain I am familiar with, but familiarity helps not when it comes to stabbing pains, in my experience. I make sounds that I am immediately aware might sound sexual, if in fact I … Continue reading Recipro City
Off script
I had rented a Ford Fiesta. A small car but this one had perhaps the best engine Ford made that year. It was the year my mother died. Cynthia Quinton – my mother – loved cars. She didn’t understand much about the engineering of cars, but she had a rare understanding of gear changing and … Continue reading Off script
There should be nothing here I don’t remember
I remember as a child trotting out certain phrases I didn’t really understand, but I knew what they meant overall. One was, “20 embassy tipped.” My mother used to smoke Embassy cigarettes and she would send me to the post office with that order. She would tell me exactly what to say and wait for … Continue reading There should be nothing here I don’t remember
Who knew?
I heard about his death from a mutual friend. I had been out for lunch at one of my favorite restaurants – great view of the ocean and beach – and I got a text. My friend was on holiday – Greece, I think – and I knew he was having a tough time with … Continue reading Who knew?
Things I am afraid to write about
My opinion that everyone is fooling themselves about most things, most of the time but not everything, all of the time and that all of us occasionally get it just right but we’re not always able to recognize it and rely on other people to tell us because we can’t see truth in ourselves, the … Continue reading Things I am afraid to write about
Saved
I woke up at 4:00 AM this morning and tried to not think if I needed to pee. It was still dark but the sky looked back-lit and as I considered how strange that was the issue about peeing or not was resolved and I had to get up, stepping over Phoebe the Golden Retriever … Continue reading Saved
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