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Author Archives: joe b
Cycle
Nobody reads this crap. I examine it with fascination after placing it here, I note the shape and consistency, the colors and texture, and the density or lightness. Sometimes I recognize a vulgar remnant of reality. Then it swirls in … Continue reading
david lanz
The music was released in the Eighties. I was young; a former lover from the Eighties visited me a year or two ago, after not seeing me for ten years, and kept saying in amazement, “You used to be so … Continue reading
let them eat cake
What the hell is wrong with Humankind? Don’t we ever get it? These monsters are not imaginary; history proves this again, and again, and again. But we recoil from that truth, and we insist that people who look like you … Continue reading
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When they come
Remember the post World War II movies which demonized the Nazi bad guys, and glorified (rightly so) the heroic actions of the few who stood up to the Nazi’s, running underground resistance groups and providing escape routes to those who … Continue reading
Letter
Senator Kerry, Please oppose the American Clean Energy and Security Act. You are from Massachusetts. If this bill passes, it will mark the demise of the very freedoms which Massachusetts was a leader in achieving 240 years ago. I’m sure … Continue reading
As it ever was
Hi again, (So tedious, isn’t he. Give him some time off and all he does is plague us with giant e-mails, and fantastical ramblings. We’ll be rid of him soon enough.) It’s me, the tedious one. Asking tedious questions, and … Continue reading
Demonizing Iran from the grave
Today, an article titled, “Why Saddam Hussein lied about Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction” appeared on the Christian Science Monitor‘s Global News Blog. I immediately smelled a rat. The smell got especially strong when I read the part about how … Continue reading
Where it leads
There is a woman sitting in the doorway at the back of the house directly opposite my kitchen window. She caught me staring through half opened blinds at her. It is after 6:00 PM, and I still had not changed … Continue reading
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Solstice
Yesterday, at 1:45 AM EDT (or 6:45 AM UTC) the Earth reached the point in its orbit where the inclination of the North Pole toward the Sun is most extreme. From an Earth-centric perspective, the Sun has moved as far … Continue reading
Rose and panties
Not much time. The chemical restraints are tightening, the floors and walls are doing a slo-mo undulation. Light and dark are trading costumes. And everybody’s cool. There’s a tiny Philharmonic Orchestra playing just under the hum and whoosh of the … Continue reading
Precious discontent
When I start to brood over what to write here, I never get started. Saying so gets me started. I never read. My ever-soothing friend Lynne says, “That’s OK,” and then says (I can’t really remember) something about how most … Continue reading
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Hello, World.
So much for writing a little every day. I have been intractably depressed for ten days. I am not managing life very well–and have not been, for many years. I picture a surfer on a medium-sized wave, his movement is … Continue reading
Real
I took a picture of my belly. Now I have thought—for the longest time, it seems—that my fattness is a recent development. You know, one of those vague assumptions you make about reality that is far from it. Like the … Continue reading
Write a little every day
Why? I am considering taking a photo of everything I eat. Kind of a phood-o-log. Maybe it will embarass me into dieting, or maybe it will escalate my self-contempt to a satisfying crescendo. What else would I do? I’m a … Continue reading