Posts Tagged ‘random’

For all our visions of sophistication we teeter perilously close to the edge of idiocy. We think we’re brimming with “Wow!” when in fact we’re teeming with “Doh!” Everyone from a graceful dancer to a sizzling musician to a persuasive politician constantly straddles the doofus line. We may try to hide this truth, but it is always ready to slap us down.

Last night we went to dinner at friend’s house. It was a feast of feasts, a cornucopia of culinary creations, an alliterative affair of preposterous (more…)

Several months ago I gave a broad sketch on how to reduce wasteful spending and minimize political gridlock in Congress through a bold plan to reconfigure the states. None of the major presidential candidates have stepped forward to support this plan. That’s okay. Political change moves like a drunken slug. What we can do is continue offering suggestions aimed at (more…)

What next?
What’s your plan?
Where to from here?
What are you going to do?

We hear these questions all the time, from every direction. They come from (more…)

Pulp Fiction is on in the background which almost makes it impossible to concentrate on what I’m doing. It’s a movie which elicits extreme reactions. I’ve met very few people who responded tepidly to it. It’s love or hate, man. No middle ground. Me, I’m firmly in the “masterpiece” camp. So be it.

Right now Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace are twisting at Jack Rabbit Slim’s. My foot is tapping and my eyes dart back and forth between the screen and the monitor. That John Travolta, man he can certainly dance. He makes me look like a (more…)

First off I want to clear something up for all you good folk down there who, bless your hearts, say you see me at the department store every other week. It doesn’t seem to happen as much as it used to, but from what I hear it still happens. I sure appreciate that y’all wish I was around to sing songs for you. I know I would be thrilled if I could, but I can’t. It pains me to repay such kindness by (more…)

A little while back several crackerjack bloggers shared clever and amusing posts which equated states to family and other assorted characters. I believe it started with the delightful H.E. Ellis riffing on her stomping grounds of New England. Then the smart and prolific BrainRants blanketed both the West Coast and Midwest with pithy observations. (I said prolific, didn’t I?) The engaging sandylikeabeach quickly followed with a wonderful breakdown of the multiple personalities contained within her home state of Florida. If I’ve neglected to mention the contributions of other social observers who joined in, I apologize. They say memory is the first thing to go and, all things considered, it could be (more…)

in the eye

Posted: November 3, 2011 in Photography
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Beauty fades, or so they claim. It slowly melts away leaving nothing more than a bittersweet memory. While attitudes about what constitutes beauty change with the times, the belief its existence is always a temporary phenomenon remains prevalent. This mindset is fixated on the new, the young and, occasionally, the different. It often dismisses (more…)

We live in tough times, difficult times. Pressures crowd us with a relentless urgency that often makes it hard to distinguish between up and down, right and wrong. Our path gets riddled with doubt and the muddier it becomes the easier it is to stumble. Our struggles squeeze us so tightly that our spirit fades, our body sags. When Thomas Paine said, “These are times that try men’s souls” he could have been talking about (more…)

You can point to the post-war prosperity and social changes wrought more than a half a century ago, when the future glistened with optimism unlike any we’d ever experienced. Industry and invention streamlined everyday tasks allowing people to concern themselves with more conceptual matters, matters not tied to the business of daily survival. New attitudes were born, attitudes whose values were deeply (more…)

It’s interesting how something perceived as a bad thing for a long, long time can suddenly be reborn as a good thing. This potential for metamorphosis probably gives Dick Cheney the will to live another day. But this isn’t about our bionic ex-Vice President. It’s about the word “viral.”

Before the interwebs tossed our lives sideways nobody, aside from an occasional overly enthusiastic research scientist, wanted anything to “go viral.” Going viral was reserved for those pesky micro-organisms which replicated far too fast to be contained and possessed the power to swiftly kill millions in hideous and horrendous ways. Periods such as the Black Death, the (more…)