Buddy, can you spare three-quarter mil? I am gradually coming to terms with the fact that our house may never sell. This is not the worry that most people saying that sentence have – we of course don’t own our…
Tag: Politics (n.): a strife of interests masquerading
Walking on Broken Glass: Kristallnacht and Thanksgiving
Today is the 70th anniversary of the infamous Kristallnacht, the pogrom that history remembers as the opening salvo of the Holocaust. It was a gargantuan riot that killed 91, hauled 30,000 into concentration camps, and left thousands of synagogues and…
There’s No Truth in Pravda; There’s No News in Izvestiya
Today, my workplace sent me this article about the impact of the economy on the services that we offer. At first I was excited because my work actually contributed to the article. It was a real manifestation of “letting the…
My Public Ballot
Ever since the American political disaster known as the year 2000 (who knew the real Y2K glitch would be in a voting booth at the end of the year instead of everywhere at the beginning?), I’ve been a staunch advocate…
Why I’m Not Voting for Obama
For weeks now, I’ve been one of those people that the media and the Daily Show love to both covet and scorn, demonstrating a clear fascination with their every move. I have been an Undecided Voter. And yet, it’s not…
The Ides of October
There is a man who lives in front of the building where I work. He has been living there for well over a year. I don’t mean he’s living in a neighboring building or he lives down the block or…
Eye of the Storm
“Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a…
Atonement
When I was young, my teeth were trying to teach me a lesson in peaceful coexistence. My adult teeth didn’t want to replace most of my baby teeth, forcing them out by coming straight down over the top of them.…
Ho-Ho, Hey-Hey, How Many Hundreds Down Today?
“Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon, Going to the candidates’ debate Laugh about it, shout about it, when you’ve got to choose Every way you look at it, you lose. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, A nation…
The End of Capitalism
It wasn’t long ago that I was talking to whoever would listen about a world without money. A world after money. I got the blank stares and befuddled looks of a generation that grew up in the Reagan years. Who…