I grew up in rural America. Mountains and trees, streams and fields. Rugged country. I’ve lived in cities since college. Richmond. Raleigh. Baltimore. At one time in my life, about a decade ago now, I thought that New York City would have been a fantastic place to be. Unfortunately, my friends who are New YorkersContinue reading “On a City I’d Move To”
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On the Architecture I Appreciate
Yesterday evening, I discovered a BBC program I’d not heard of — In Our Time, hosted by Melvyn Bragg. It’s a history program, and the host, Bragg, talks with a few experts about a given subject for forty minutes. I went and pulled a few episodes off the podcast feed, especially when I saw thatContinue reading “On the Architecture I Appreciate”
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 First Albums
Today, a package came in the mail. It was one I was expecting today — Beady Eye’s debut album, Different Gear, Still Speeding. A part of me wants to say, of course, that DG,SS is anything but a debut album; Beady Eye is, after all, the final line-up of Oasis minus Noel Gallagher, so they’reContinue reading “On First Albums”
On Unusual Pizza Toppings
Fifteen years ago I knew a woman named Rachel. She was pretty. She wasn't especially tall. She had very straight and very black hair. Her features were somewhat elfen. I sometimes thought that if you slapped a pair of pointed ear appliances on her, she'd have made a decent Vulcan out of the box. SheContinue reading “On Unusual Pizza Toppings”
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”