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(Robin Trower is jamming on the stereo as I write this. Just sayin’.) I feel the urge to write something, but no one topic presents itself with sufficient weight to dominate a whole entry. What to talk about, that is … Continue reading
(Robin Trower is jamming on the stereo as I write this. Just sayin’.) I feel the urge to write something, but no one topic presents itself with sufficient weight to dominate a whole entry. What to talk about, that is … Continue reading
I came within a few synapses of buying a keyboard today. An old Yamaha, double-manual, polyphonic ensemble—portable, with a stand. No amplifier. There was a time I would have fallen all over myself to get one of these for under … Continue reading
Time for a little art. Once upon a time, in the distant past, I had ambitions to become a comic book artist. I wrote and drew my own. My models…well, I am very much a fan of extreme realism, so … Continue reading
Comparisons of the disaster of 9/11 to Pearl Harbor break down in the aftermath. What I remember is getting a phone call from my wife to turn on the news, any news, and then seeing the images on CNN. I … Continue reading
It cannot have escaped those who have attended with candor to the arguments employed against the extensive powers of the government, that the authors of them have very little considered how far these powers were necessary means of attaining a … Continue reading
Some people seem to dissolve into their worst attributes over time. There is a seige mentality that develops, it seems, and from within the bastions and barricades the fever dreams of the misunderstood and disillusioned take root and grow into … Continue reading