426 Outbound, Evening Commute
October 17, 2011
And on and on Williams goes. Loud burst of modern speech, silence, repeat. His captive audience is frustrated and shocked.
And on and on Williams goes. Loud burst of modern speech, silence, repeat. His captive audience is frustrated and shocked.
Drinking beer in public should be allowed for those with a proven record of civic excellence. Like me, for instance.
I have started this piece the night I will submit it. This is not unusual for a blog, nor is it unusual for most of my writing. I surely think about my subject for some time before sitting down to write, but the experience is not exactly Mozart composing a symphony in his head before […]
I have started this piece the night I will submit it. This is not unusual for a blog, nor is it unusual for most of my writing. I surely think about my subject for some time before sitting down to write, but the experience is not exactly Mozart composing a symphony in his head before […]
[from Page 504] …Now come with me as I return to summer 2011–the season of writing was upon me again! “O world,” I thought as I sat to write, “can you handle my combination of inspiration, genius, and big word knowledge?” I guess the world couldn’t answer since I hadn’t actually written much yet. But, I […]
We’ve got true love all wrong. But does that even matter?
“Best/Longest Sentence Ever, or Worst Use of Accepted English Punctuation Rules” Bestie #3 showed us that the hardest thing to listen to is sometimes your own voice, particularly when that voice rambles at Ulysses speed, uses scary-BIG words, and also often “plays” (read: ignores) common sense punctuation. Wait a second–this is BESTIE, not a WORSTIE. […]
Anyone who knows me can vouch for this statement: I love Massachusetts. Where outsiders say we’re rude, I say we’re fast-paced. Where some say Michael Jordan, I say Larry Bird. I challenge anyone to show me more diversity in landscape and natural setting within a small space. Great heritage, massive opportunities, rich traditions, silly accents, […]
Late 30s, I join you freely and without too much complaint.
I saw Psycho at the absolutely wrong time of my life. When I watched it, probably at around 12 years old, I was that combination of immaturity, imagination, and pubescence that is particularly prone to absorbing the wrong aspects of the world around him or her and laying a path for the rest of a life. More […]