I come from a rough neighborhood; that’s no secret. Where I grew up, people were gruff, rough, and tough. In fact, here’s a typical greeting; and seriously, no bullshit, verbatim: “Joe! How the hell are you, you f**king fat bastard? Life treating you good or what?” Yep, pretty typical. Crazy right? But, you know this … Continue reading The Case for Care in the Face of Sympathy
A house is not useful in its walls, roof, and floors. It is only valuable for the empty space it creates. The purpose of a doorway isn’t about its frame or arch, however grand or rudimentary it may be. No; the doorway is a passage from one place to another. It’s value is in the … Continue reading We Live in the Empty Space
“Walk on the road. Walk right side, safe. Walk left side, safe. Walk middle; sooner or later, get squished just like grape. Here, karate same thing. Either you karate do yes, or karate do no. You karate do guess-so, squish, just like grape. Understand?” Mr. Miyagi; circa 1984. This is true everywhere in our lives, … Continue reading Life: Let’s Not Be So Guess-So About It
Half-life is a term commonly used in the world of nuclear physics and pharmaceuticals; the time required for a quantity to reduce to half its initial value. And from there, it’s all downhill at an exponential rate. But what about that doughnut. Yesterday it was fresh, last night it was edible, but today its dried … Continue reading What Do We Do When Passion is Half Dead?
I never understood why, when someone dies, people flock to the scene to claim possession of the trinkets of the deceased. I just don't get it. I remember when my grandmother died and four people were fighting for her punch bowl. A fucking punch bowl! When the hell are you ever going to need a … Continue reading Why Do We Grasp for Dead People’s Possessions?
My apologies. I know I'm taking a risk here, but I posted this the other day and then I took it down. I'm torn. I want to leave the past in the past and so I thought I'd put it out there and let it go, but then I thought, by putting it out there, … Continue reading I See Human Beings
When I was a kid, one of my Dad’s favorite TV shows, was Barney Miller. My dad was a hard-working kind of guy. Old school. He came home dirty every night and times were tough. But, when he watched Barney Miller, he would laugh. So, I watched with him. I liked seeing my dad laugh. … Continue reading That One Time, On Barney Miller