It’s up to 28 degrees. When my iPhone informs me it is above freezing – the forecast is 11 a.m. – I’ll stop the faucet dripping. I’ll be grateful for the water bill because it got as low as 9, I think, and the pipes held out.That’s the good news. The bad news is having …
Category: Life
Selfish by Nature
I shouldn’t eat as much fried food. I’m probably drinking too much coffee (right at this moment, even). I should get more exercise. I should curb my vices, and, quite possibly, my enthusiasm. It’s stressful, you know. I don’t care, and to one extent or another, that’s true of most everyone. We pick our poisons, …
Going to Hell or Maybe Not
It’s so hard to find some balance. The world is changing with such swiftness that it’s hard to discern whether or not the balance is positive. For instance, does the playing of violent video games lead kids to grow up more violent? In a way, it’s nothing new. When I was a kid, we played …
It’s Not Much, But It’s Home
I live in a small town, and I was born in a small town …Sometimes I feel a bit overqualified to live here, and I think lots of people think of me as being a bit eccentric. After all, I not only read books but write them.I ain’t right.I like it, though, because I think …
The Freedom of Being a Dumbass
Political correctness. You’d think it was something new. Talented writers were blacklisted by Hollywood during the 1950s because they had dabbled in radicalism, mostly when they were much younger. The agency that runs the prisons is called the Department of “Corrections.” It may be the “pisser” or the “shitter,” but, officially, it’s the “restroom.” Cousin …
The Word Is ‘Bleak’
I read last night that 35 states pay welfare benefits that are higher than the minimum wage. This is bad, but it’s not because welfare is too high. It’s because wages are too low. Duh. The rest of this is going to be based on the “micro,” not the “macro.” It’s from observations around town. …
Shoot for the Moon? Hah!
I just stumbled across a troubling fact: It’s been 41 years since a man walked on the moon. Forty-one years! What was the fucking use? This seems emblematic of the failed promises of youth. It’s gone from “where no man has gone before” to “well, we went there once,” like it was a trip to …
Nightrider's Lament 