The damn thing swelled up like a puffer fish and I’m not kidding. The bottom bowed out and refused to lay flat on the desk. It wobbled and rocked and teetered and, frankly, looked a little explosive. I took it to the repair shop and left it for them to deal with. So, now, I’m … Continue reading : uh-oh, computer’s down :
: thank you, whoever you are :
I live downtown. My neighbors are hotels, restaurants, office buildings, churches, hospitals, courthouses, a library, apartment buildings, and bars. One bar, in particular. It has a 4 a.m. liquor license and, from the sound of it, a massive sound system. I like music. I do. All kinds of music. I even like loud music, occasionally. … Continue reading : thank you, whoever you are :
the brain: magician or hostage-taker?
Hmm, tough question. On rare occasions, I lean wholeheartedly toward magician, but, no, I’m a full-time resident in the thief camp — more or less. Guess what word broke out of captivity this afternoon, for no particular reason whatsoever. Fanlight. Its arrival stopped me dead in my tracks. Where in the world did it … Continue reading the brain: magician or hostage-taker?
: in this whelmed world :
What isn’t on fire is flooding. What isn’t flooding is frying under an unrelenting sun. Or quaking. Or collapsing. Or sitting in the path of a hurricane, meteor, monsoon, typhoon, contagion, or oppressively monstrous tyranny. Pick one or many. The world as we knew it is blowing apart all around us and where does the … Continue reading : in this whelmed world :
: joyriding in the idea cab :
C’mon, what is an idea if not a wildly undependable vehicle, one that's careening along strange, shadowy, unfamiliar avenues? You’ve no control whatsoever, you don’t even know where you are. The only option is to sit in the passenger seat, goggle-eyed and clenched like a fist, wondering where you're headed. Sometimes you arrive safe and … Continue reading : joyriding in the idea cab :
: the all-new, all-out street war :
I’m a pedestrian at heart. I honestly adore walking the city, rain or shine, an activity that’s either incredibly brave or crazy stoopid. Because, to my great regret, I’m equipped with the motor skills of a roaring drunk. For me, an afternoon stroll is nothing short of daredevilish, á la Evel Knievel. It’s just plain … Continue reading : the all-new, all-out street war :
