I am not a Christian. A fervent believer in God and the extant importance of higher order and morality, I have not been a Christian (or a devotee of any organized religion) since late 1992 or early 1993, when I…
Category: A Day in the Life
What’s in a Year?
Wait near the end of September. Wait for some stars to show. Try so hard not to remember what all empty playgrounds know: that sympathy is cruel. Reluctant jester or simpering fool. But six feet off the highway, our bare…
Subterranean Homesick Pigeons
As I was coming out of the subway today, a pair of pigeons were going in. They weren’t quite to the faregate yet, but I doubt any BART security would kick up much of a fuss over two small birds.…
The Wheels on the Bus Fall Off and Off
Did you feel that? Monday was sort of cruising along and everything was going pretty swimmingly. Then morning became afternoon and soon, the day hit a wall like so many bugs catching up to a speeding automobile windshield. Wham. And…
Now Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Monarchy
Well that was fun, wasn’t it, kids? We got to live for a day. We got to dream. Those of you more politically inclined, and certainly more Democratically (big-D and little-d) inclined than I got to run around, shake hands,…
It’s Always Tuesday
It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday It doesn’t get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of these lives which are completely meaningless -Counting Crows, “Perfect Blue Buildings” I have 20 minutes to…
Photo Diary of India & Nepal Update
Little is so humbling as setting slightly optimistic goals and then being bowled over with malaise and inertia. The fact is that I have found myself so overwhelmed by the online efforts I would like to produce that I have…
Land Ho!
Tuesday afternoon must’ve been pretty inspiring. Walking back from the subject of my last post, my mind was already fomenting the issues at play in this one. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t have more time to write…
The Noon Gun
I grew up with stories of “When Daddy was a little boy…”, tales of my father’s childhood lived across adventures from Nevada to DC to Afghanistan to Korea. The preferred setting for these narratives had to be the streets of…
Clicking on No Cylinders
Somehow, this weekend felt like someone sucked all the oxygen out of the universe. I had big plans for the weekend, or at least moderate steps toward the things I’ve been intending to work on for a while. Many of…