There are two Pat Benatar songs stuck in my head right now, both from the same album, "Tropico," which is my favorite Pat Benatar album. I had a copy of "Tropico" way back in the day, bought from the local music store. It was scratched, right out of the sleeve. Couldn't return it. So I… Continue reading Elizabeth Wurtzel, and How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb?
The Coca Cola drinking communist thinks I look ridiculous. He is wearing black high top sneakers, that retail at one hundred and forty dollars. He says they last longer, than cheap canvas tennis shoes. He is wearing a black hoodie, with a label on it, from some designer, he says he doesn't care about that… Continue reading The Coca Cola Communist
We barely broke eighty degrees here today. There are still some ninety-degree temperatures predicted into the middle of the month, but today Summer officially began to fade. It was windy the first part of the day, settling into a nice breeze this evening. The night air is noticeably cooler, Autumn is set to arrive. I've… Continue reading The New Book: Magdalene Aubergine
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I'm still reading Carl Sandburg's big book of Abraham Lincoln. I've no words adequate to do it justice. There is no doubt that the United States would not still exist, our Constitution would not have been preserved, were it not… Continue reading When Half-Gods Go
If you try to force a flower to bloom, prying its petals open, you will destroy it. If you let it be, to do what it does naturally without your "help", in its own time, in its own way, as nature intended, it will open itself to the world. If you open a cocoon before… Continue reading To Bloom and Fly
There is still good in the world. There is still beauty. TS
"There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want… Continue reading Ergo Ego