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Listening to the radio while listening to an audio cassette of music recorded from the same radio channel, separated by 17 years. In one, the announcer warned of incoming Santa Ana winds.
I waited.
Realization: I'm becoming less resourceful OR I just don't give a shit.
Lesson learned: None.
I waited.
Realization: I'm becoming less resourceful OR I just don't give a shit.
Lesson learned: None.
December 30, 2025 at 7:06 AM
Listening to the radio while listening to an audio cassette of music recorded from the same radio channel, separated by 17 years. In one, the announcer warned of incoming Santa Ana winds.
I waited.
Realization: I'm becoming less resourceful OR I just don't give a shit.
Lesson learned: None.
I waited.
Realization: I'm becoming less resourceful OR I just don't give a shit.
Lesson learned: None.
All kinds of reading material and the line embedded in my brain I heard on a radio program about how rats, traditionally maligned publicly, are wonderful companions. But still rats. The rats respond via actors whose voices are altered to sound like cartoon chipmunks.
"Well excuse us for shining."
"Well excuse us for shining."
December 28, 2025 at 8:04 PM
All kinds of reading material and the line embedded in my brain I heard on a radio program about how rats, traditionally maligned publicly, are wonderful companions. But still rats. The rats respond via actors whose voices are altered to sound like cartoon chipmunks.
"Well excuse us for shining."
"Well excuse us for shining."
5:50AM. Woke up intent to check the daily trauma of news but found myself distracted by a morning glow. Journeyed forth seeking a sunrise selfie, gas station coffee ... and three newspapers.
A Friday.
A Friday.
December 26, 2025 at 4:32 PM
5:50AM. Woke up intent to check the daily trauma of news but found myself distracted by a morning glow. Journeyed forth seeking a sunrise selfie, gas station coffee ... and three newspapers.
A Friday.
A Friday.
I like Joan Didion.
Looking at my notes in "The Year of Magical Thinking" I came upon a passage that works in this season of reflection. Page 154.
"I had not sufficiently appreciated it, a persistent theme by that stage of whatever I was going through."
That's it.
Go read a book.
Looking at my notes in "The Year of Magical Thinking" I came upon a passage that works in this season of reflection. Page 154.
"I had not sufficiently appreciated it, a persistent theme by that stage of whatever I was going through."
That's it.
Go read a book.
December 12, 2025 at 6:09 PM
I like Joan Didion.
Looking at my notes in "The Year of Magical Thinking" I came upon a passage that works in this season of reflection. Page 154.
"I had not sufficiently appreciated it, a persistent theme by that stage of whatever I was going through."
That's it.
Go read a book.
Looking at my notes in "The Year of Magical Thinking" I came upon a passage that works in this season of reflection. Page 154.
"I had not sufficiently appreciated it, a persistent theme by that stage of whatever I was going through."
That's it.
Go read a book.
Just about anyone who knows me knows I can't read. But I can tell you what I've heard people say about the writing process and the fine line between madness and sadism. Or maybe it's genius and madness. I suspect the fine line between what I think I heard is madness and masochism. Or narcissism?
December 11, 2025 at 6:20 AM
Just about anyone who knows me knows I can't read. But I can tell you what I've heard people say about the writing process and the fine line between madness and sadism. Or maybe it's genius and madness. I suspect the fine line between what I think I heard is madness and masochism. Or narcissism?
Every time I see the picture of Peter Jennings lighting a smoke at the anchor desk, I fall in love all over again. With him and my long-retired Zippo.
Stay informed. Stay curious.
Stay informed. Stay curious.
December 6, 2025 at 7:30 AM
Every time I see the picture of Peter Jennings lighting a smoke at the anchor desk, I fall in love all over again. With him and my long-retired Zippo.
Stay informed. Stay curious.
Stay informed. Stay curious.
November 25, 2025 at 11:41 PM
The Costco lady who helped with my membership said after, "Go live yer life! Go buy something!" My doctor who consistently finds nothing wrong has said, "Go live yer life. Take a walk." And after I paid for a book at The Book Lady in Savannah the cashier gal said, "Go live yer life, man."
Solid.
Solid.
November 22, 2025 at 8:27 PM
The Costco lady who helped with my membership said after, "Go live yer life! Go buy something!" My doctor who consistently finds nothing wrong has said, "Go live yer life. Take a walk." And after I paid for a book at The Book Lady in Savannah the cashier gal said, "Go live yer life, man."
Solid.
Solid.
I'm a stagehand. The Plaza Theatre ... "tre" not "ter" ... is my new work space. Atmospheric.
And I was just beginning to get used to sunshine after being boxed up for decades. But the dim lights of a theater ... "ter" ... are familiar. Some of us see better in the dark.
Go live yer life, man.
And I was just beginning to get used to sunshine after being boxed up for decades. But the dim lights of a theater ... "ter" ... are familiar. Some of us see better in the dark.
Go live yer life, man.
November 20, 2025 at 8:27 PM
I'm a stagehand. The Plaza Theatre ... "tre" not "ter" ... is my new work space. Atmospheric.
And I was just beginning to get used to sunshine after being boxed up for decades. But the dim lights of a theater ... "ter" ... are familiar. Some of us see better in the dark.
Go live yer life, man.
And I was just beginning to get used to sunshine after being boxed up for decades. But the dim lights of a theater ... "ter" ... are familiar. Some of us see better in the dark.
Go live yer life, man.
I don't know who at WTOC-TV can make this happen. But my Boss of Bosses gave me what may be his only WTOC coffee mug. I love it. He may need a new one.
Go live yer life, man.
Go live yer life, man.
November 20, 2025 at 7:50 PM
I don't know who at WTOC-TV can make this happen. But my Boss of Bosses gave me what may be his only WTOC coffee mug. I love it. He may need a new one.
Go live yer life, man.
Go live yer life, man.
DFW. My last employer in the business of giving the biz. And then I quit.
November 19, 2025 at 6:26 PM
DFW. My last employer in the business of giving the biz. And then I quit.
That sultry siren Savannah sounded. I answered. She does not disappoint. My sweet tooth struck at 11PM so I hit the streets and just around the corner is The Little Crown by Pie Society. Coconut cream pie tonight. Veggie quiche in the morrow. Ivy and Santina run the joint. They're super.
November 16, 2025 at 5:13 AM
That sultry siren Savannah sounded. I answered. She does not disappoint. My sweet tooth struck at 11PM so I hit the streets and just around the corner is The Little Crown by Pie Society. Coconut cream pie tonight. Veggie quiche in the morrow. Ivy and Santina run the joint. They're super.
Friend of a certain age was on fire about a certain public figure who shall remain nameless and said, "I can't stand that twerp!" And I, liking where this was going, added fuel with an almost bored yawn, "He's an asshole." And the friend's voice jumped an octave, "Isn't he?! He has a loose screw!"
November 12, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Friend of a certain age was on fire about a certain public figure who shall remain nameless and said, "I can't stand that twerp!" And I, liking where this was going, added fuel with an almost bored yawn, "He's an asshole." And the friend's voice jumped an octave, "Isn't he?! He has a loose screw!"
Things feel black and white because they are. If you've tracked this space you know I have a bionic eye which assumed a red glow. That repaired. Still, things feel black and white.
A Friday.
A Friday.
October 25, 2025 at 1:15 AM
Things feel black and white because they are. If you've tracked this space you know I have a bionic eye which assumed a red glow. That repaired. Still, things feel black and white.
A Friday.
A Friday.