Ok, all seriousness aside. My brain thinks in rhymes. Not 24 hours a day. But certainly every day. My wife will tell you about (or rather ask you to save her from) my daily rhymes. She’s been with me over 30 years. And somehow she’s managed to stay reasonably sane. Despite all my iambic pentameter parameter But my daily rhymes aren’t always cuddly and … Read the rest…
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I know you’ve been there done this. Try to sit still and feign interest while the person across from you seems to ramble on and on into the apocalyptic future. And you wonder if you locked the door at home. An image of somebody probably just popped into your mind. Right? Better not be an image of me. I’ll hunt you down and read … Read the rest…
This past week I rearranged my desk because, well, I’m the CEO of my desk and I can rearrange it if I darn well choose to. (semi) Seriously, I had to move things around, get my devices more properly placed (for functionality), and rope in the “wires.” Because I wanted to get a bulky power cord and power strip off the desk to make … Read the rest…
What do these words have in common: abstruse, Delphic, incomprehensible, indecipherable, inexplicable, oracular, paradoxical, recondite, and unfathomable. According to the dictionary, they’re all synonyms of enigmatic. Sounds like I’m about to give a language lesson. But I’m not. This is about music’s mystery. Enigmatic sounds might not be your cup of tea. And, if you think jazz-fusion is as enjoyable as fingernails on a … Read the rest…
Back in the day a rainbow was a rainbow. And, for a relatively small group of people, it also represented a promise from God; that He would never flood the earth again. I consider His promise to be proof of contemplation and action. Because I believe God contemplates His actions toward us based on ours toward (or away from) Him. So it goes. In … Read the rest…
I’d like to make Monday great. So, I’m gonna talk about the wind. I believe it does what it does by design. Some might call that “bold talk for a one-eyed fat man.” But I have enough true grit to stand by my assertion. And I believe humans can ride the wind by design. Not exactly like birds, that can fly with only feathers … Read the rest…
I’ve talked about it before. But something popped up, online, this morning, that brought back a good and sad memory. And it’s about sticks. But not just any kind. I’m talkin’ about Pick Up Sticks. A game that used to be popular with kids before technology took the soul out of games. Anyway… Back to the memory. My brother and I used to ride … Read the rest…