On Wednesday I rented the 2004 movie Napoleon Dynamite. (I like this website, too.) On Friday I watched it. On Saturday and Sunday I watched it again. I might watch it once more before I return it. I wish I had seen it in the theater because this movie TOTALLY...
I decided to go further into that nostalgia experience that happens when a song takes me back. Here's the moment I referred to in my last post, “slo-mo”:I’m sitting in a northside café with a man who’s in love with me but with whom I’ve failed to fall in love. I’m...
Today I heard a song that reminded me of being 12 years old, when I believed my life would be fun and exciting when I got older. I strain to hear such songs, as if remembering and recapturing that 12-year-old sense of anticipation might somehow straighten out the past...
The Newsweek article "When Does Autism Start?" makes me think about my family. My sister Judy has an almost nine-year-old daughter named Julia. Julia is mentally retarded and autistic. I think she can speak in sentences, or at least fragments, but it’s not always easy...
BTW: Who's out there reading my blog? I can tell my site gets a dozen or two hits a day and I'm floored by it. Some of my readers are friends of mine, but there are obviously lots of people I don't know who keep an eye on my blog. Who are you? How did you find my...
In the Feb 28 2005 Newsweek article "Precious Suffering" the pope's delicate health is described in horrifying detail. I was most disturbed by reading that on February 1st, Pope John Paul spent four hours “essentially choking to death” because of mucus-build up in his...
Thanks to everyone who responded to my Divorced Vs. Never-Married anguish. My friends DeShawn, Lon and Kenn particularly helped me see "So, why are you still single?" as a question that could be more about my first date's fears than about my defects. Lon (a guy)...
Thanks to Jackie for sending me the link to an article called "Society's stigma jumps from divorced to never-wed". To Jackie's friend, Tina, from whom Jackie received the link I say, "Yes, we're doomed, screwed, f**ked, and fated to look like losers wherever we go, me...
I didn’t know bad poetry was a side effect of a crappy love life. It’s a boring subject. I’m bored with it. I am sick of my own one-color whining and my same old story. Blah blah blah. I wish I could end my self-judgement. I wish I could stop seeing myself as a loser...
So many dates, so many attempts. Like being lost at sea.It felt so good to come in, dry off, get warm, date just one person over and over again, finally catching my breath on solid ground.Another false start. Break time over.Lurch back into the surf.
Just tossing this out and seeing if I get any response:My sister struggles as the single mother of a nine-year-old special needs child who is autistic and has chronic emotional tantrums (including injuring my sister) every day, often more than once a day. Judy has...
Last night was totally, totally great. Neal, Jean and I were tighter than ever, my singing felt great and the music was rhythmic, energetic, totally dance-able. The sound system was so good people could actually understand the words and later they told me they caught...
I've got to pull my focus off of my suck rat love life and concentrate on today: tonight is the big gig! I'm doing two new songs and a "new" one that's really an old one but I revised the lyrics (I do that a lot). The rehearsal with Neal (guitar) and Jean (percussion)...
So This Is Love porous membrane surrounds me fingers push sharp points, but it doesn't break trouble breathing, trouble moving panic starts like an old womb, my prison feels familiar yet hostile I want out my arms are extended, but it stretches with me trouble seeing...
"On, on --"there's a light out on my string of pretty lightshas it always been out?did it used to be on, but recently burned out?i replaced the bulb, but it doesn't go on.i checked the wiring, but it's fineall the other bulbs are oni just can't get that one oni have...