I like post offices with gift shops. The Elderburg post office has a nice gift shop. They had all sorts of collectible things. I bought a postcard set. And Edgar Allan Poe stamps. I bought a picture frame. My mother gave me a photograph of my grandfather; it’s from the early 1940’s, and he’s inContinue reading “On Random Saturday Things”
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On Saturday Morning Tragedies
Weekend Edition with Scott Simon is on the radio. I have my first cup of coffee sitting on the desk in front of me. But I don’t have a donut. There was one. A chocolate donut. It was glazed. I remember seeing it. And it’s gone. The plastic container, it was still there. But thereContinue reading “On Saturday Morning Tragedies”
On Why I Hate Daylight Savings Time
Dear Daylight Savings Time, Please go away. I want Standard Time back. I want Standard Time back now. You have wrecked my sleep schedule. I can’t get up in the mornings with Standard Time. I definitely can’t get up with you. Yes, I like that it’s daylight when I leave the office. That’s nice. But,Continue reading “On Why I Hate Daylight Savings Time”
On the Monday Morning View
Ever have a day where you feel like something… momentous is going to happen? Today is one of those days. The world had a different… quality today. Maybe it’s the seagulls flying overhead. Maybe it’s the feeling of springtime and sunshine. Maybe the air feels different. Maybe it’s that I decided to wear a necktieContinue reading “On the Monday Morning View”
On A Vast Open Expanse
I look outside, and I think I could fall into the sky. There are no clouds. Just sky that reaches forever. When it’s like this at night, I can feel forever. The sky is so dark and deep, the stars are so inviting. I can feel the vastness of the cosmos. I can feel howContinue reading “On A Vast Open Expanse”
On Existential Angst
Bear with me. I’m suffering some existential angst. A friend e-mailed me on Friday afternoon. I’d written her about some recent doings in my life, and in her reply she asked a basic question. “Why are you writing science-fiction?” She didn’t put it quite like that. But that was the point she danced around. TheContinue reading “On Existential Angst”
On Missing Lids
The lid to the peanut butter jar is missing. At 10:15 this morning, while fixing a cup of coffee, I saw on the kitchen counter the jar of peanut butter. Lidless. It is a new jar, I opened it yesterday when fixing peanut butter-and-banana sandwiches for lunch. A survey of the kitchen counter revealed noContinue reading “On Missing Lids”
On Philosophy Lessons
“The Spindle of Necessity” notwithstanding, I am not a philosopher. I have no great truths about the universe. I have no system to explain the world. The world just is; I don’t question its existence. Yet. Something strange is in the air. In the past three weeks, multiple friends have sought my input on theContinue reading “On Philosophy Lessons”
On the Things People Look For
I love the Internet. I love how it can resurrect old things I’ve written, like a reanimated corpse. There’s seven years worth of my blatherings here. Google knows them all. Over the weekend, two major hits stood out. A televised broadcast of Attack of the Clones no doubt prompted the hits on my theory aboutContinue reading “On the Things People Look For”
On Allyn’s Mysterious Bruise
The facts are these. I have a bruise on my right hand. The bruise is on the back of the hand. The bruise is situated roughly adjacent to my right thumb and my wrist. The bruise measures 1 1/2-inches in diameter. The bruise is a deep purple. The bruise hurts like a motherfucker. If youContinue reading “On Allyn’s Mysterious Bruise”