Year: 2021
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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…
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: 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…
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: 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…
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: 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…
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: how to spend a rainy day :
Every once in a while a day comes along that’s less than ideal: it’s rainy, it’s cool, it’s foggy. The kind of day better suited to gills than lungs. Everything is wet and inhospitable, but if you’ve no pressing demands, it’s undeniably perfect. Today is that day. Having absolutely nothing better to do, I spent…
the whirly girl 