Monthly Archives: May 2015
Book introductions, and why I hate them
I now have a rule which is nearly intractable: I am no longer going to read the introduction to a book. At the very LEAST, I’m waiting until after the book is read by me, before doing so. And ‘d … Continue reading
Quote for the night
I remember when the definition of “perfect pitch” meant “throwing an accordion into a dumpster without hitting the sides.” Posited thus:
Resetting the brain (otherwise known as “getting away from screens”)
I’m not going to sit here an blow conjectural smoke at you as if I never pick up a smart phone anymore. But my well-documented neurological downsides that stem from too much screen time was–and I emphasize WAS–cutting into my … Continue reading
Work repartee
At shift change today, my good buddy Donnie walks on to the POD and gives me the brotherly hug he always does. “You smell good today,” he says. “Really?” I ask. He looks at me all matter-of-fact. “Nope.”
Today
The progenitor of said blog is loaded down. Work (day job) Kids to a class immediately after day job Music practice with youth band after said class Evening service music containing fruits of said practice Magic tricks for a sober … Continue reading
Book Review: FROZEN, by 3 1/2 year-old Bailee
The intellectual weighs in on fine literature. And sings a song for you as well.
Card Trick in front of my favorite bookstore
I get it.I have a face made for radio. I also have no explanation for what kind of spastic, contortive facial-flap I do at :40. Just move along and try not to be distracted by Captain Visage:
Tomorrow’s outrage
I figured I’d go ahead and Vlog a small tour through my local used bookstore. There are actually two of any worth here, but I’m going to plow right into the heart of the Kraken–that acetone-laden behemoth that calls my … Continue reading
Overview: “Auschwitz, A New History,” By Laurence Rees
There really is no way to “review” a book like this. So I won’t. I’ll just give a general impression of the empty feeling I have after reading it–and that feeling comes not from the author’s deficiencies, but his fantastic … Continue reading
Master Of None 