On the Look and Feel of My Handwriting

I’m told that my handwriting looks like a girl’s handwriting. I can’t write in cursive. I forgot how to do so many, many years ago. Instead, my printing, which in high school had been crabby, jangly, and even a little jerky, began to transform into something a little more fluid, a little more open, aContinue reading “On the Look and Feel of My Handwriting”

On Being Inside Another’s Head

At the subway station tonight, I climbed the six flights of stairs to the Beetle, unlocked the door, sat down, put the key in the ignition, and turned. The radio came on. I heard not a song but a commercial for American Idol. Tonight, the show was in Las Vegas. And the Idolators were goingContinue reading “On Being Inside Another’s Head”

On Writing, Morning and Noon and Night

I wish I could draw. I can't. Oh, I'm sure that I could, if only I would pick up a pencil, put it to paper, and practice day after day after day. Except that I don't think that, even with practice, that I would be able to etch out something that looked like anything. IContinue reading “On Writing, Morning and Noon and Night”

On Personal Travels Through Time

One hour in a time machine. All of history, past and future, is open to me. Where would I go? I wouldn't be like the amateur time travelers of Desmond Warzel's short story "WikiHistory" where, as BigChill says in the story, "everybody kills Hitler on their first trip." Honestly, no interest in that. I'd wantContinue reading “On Personal Travels Through Time”

On Moments of Cosmic Awareness

I don't know that I want to live forever. Forever is a really long time. Maybe the Big Rip happens 22 billion years from now or the universe avoids the Big Rip and suffers the Big Crunch many billions of years later or the universe suffers heat death sometime around the year 1 Googol. InContinue reading “On Moments of Cosmic Awareness”

On My Favorite Childhood Movie

No one remembers the movies they saw when they were young. I can't tell you what the first movie I saw was; the earliest movies that I can remember going to see were The Black Hole and Race For Your Life, Charlie Brown. The former I've had no desire to see again in my adulthood;Continue reading “On My Favorite Childhood Movie”