Tendrils of intention pull me sideways. I am not the person you see sitting here at my desk. I am just to the right. Always the right. I never seem to float to the left. Float isn’t quite the word for it either. More like a drifting, really. I tend to drift. My report [...]
Archive for Category: "The Way"
Lucid
I’m jumping. I’m jumping over snakes, and doing my best not to land on any. Not because I’m scared of getting bitten, but because I’m scared of killing one. I’m jumping high, and with every jump I feel the time stretch out in front of me. I pull at it with my will, and I [...]
Latchkey Kid
Roughhousing on the playground, someone pulled at the rawhide cord around my neck and the knot came loose. The key clattered onto the asphalt four-square court just next to the tether-ball pole. “Hey Frankenstein, why you got a key around your neck?” A tomboy named Karen was squinting at me. “I use it to [...]
Facepalm
This post was going to be titled Fail Early, Fail Often but I did a little searching for the origin of that quote, and came up with fifty blog posts with that title, so I figure I’ll just leave it be. It’s a play on the old Chicago adage, “Vote early. Vote often,” but it’s pretty [...]
Pop-Pop’s Crab Pots
I just read a thread on Reddit that was praising the virtue of the tasty Alaskan King Crab, and I sat there shaking my head. I’ve had it. It’s tasty, to be sure. but anyone who’s had King Crab, and even one Maryland Blue Crab wouldn’t for a second choose the huge claws of the [...]
I’ve Got Your Back
Here’s the thing. I know you’ve got work to do. That personnel file isn’t going to sort itself. I also know that you need to relax sometimes. You’ve got two more seasons of The Wire to power through, and you’re exhausted from sorting through the personnel file. I get it. That’s why I’m back [...]
The Pinto
My dad had a yellow Ford Pinto, just like this. Safety standards being what they were in that age, my carseat was quite literally a phone book, so I could see out the window, and the seatbelt would come across my chest. Also, safety standards being what they were, shortly after buying said Pinto, [...]
Out There…
A while ago, my Vespa bit the big one. I’d nursed it back to health many times, and dealt with its crazy habit of stalling out in 90 degree weather and not starting again until it had cooled down for four hours. For two years I took it to mechanic after mechanic who would [...]
