I’ve mentioned Crissy Field here a few times before; permit me to enhance your mental picture if I may. Yes, I’m going to elucidate - right here on the internet, in front of everybody. …
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Freaking ridiculous, or as the ancients put it, freakus ridiculousus. August is turning out to be as intense and demanding as I could ever have expected, and my expectations were high. …
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Today let’s start with a brief homage to Senior (with an enye, not like about to graduate) Posted on Jan. 14, 2009 • [3] • print
It’s the eyes that seem to speak to me. They peer out from the jumbled menagerie on the shelf behind Zach’s bed, where Kermit huddles with the fuzzy doggie and some plush hand puppets…
I wasn’t always aware of how lucky I was to see their work. I didn’t realize at first that, at one time, they could only have been viewed in person, in the most rarefied halls of power -…
okay, I’m not trying to get all narcissistic here (it’s a totally spontaneous reaction, I assure you), but now that I’ve gotten over my wonderment at the proliferation of a weird search…
I wasn’t so very athletic in grade school, but there was always something cool about the balls. Those were some heavy duty high-test playground balls they had for us. The four-square…
There are things one’s body instinctively rejects, that run so contrary to the appropriate order of the universe that the very thought of them can cause visceral contrary reaction - a mental,…
I have admitted, both publicly and in this murky and uninviting corner of the ubernet, that I get some satisfaction from reviving old technologies. When the new-old car arrived with a cassette tape…
San Fran isn’t exactly a new town by our national standards, where 100 years is a long time and 100 miles is a short distance. The first white-man’s settlement hereabouts was a mile…
I was doing a little on-line research a few weeks ago and learned that the world had just changed. Maybe it’s not the worst change in history; it’s certainly not the biggest. Still, it is…
Rosh HaShona is a-coming down the pike, which is to say, down the pike down which all major jewish holidays come. It celebrates rebirth, and its symbol is an apple. Puts me in mind of…
Do you know what is like riding a bike? The sort of thing that, once you learn it, you never lose it? The stuff your body holds onto even after years of letting it go? What, I ask,…
We knew it was coming, but it still snuck up on us. This day was inevitable, as inevitable as the platonic chain of pure numeration. Two follows one, zero follows nine, and one follows zero. …
It’s not like I ever believed in any of it - the whole idea always struck me as fairly ludicrous. I’m not a creature of my genitive circumstances; my fate isn’t tied to the motions…
Let’s get business out of the way first: click here if you want to hear a two-minute commentary about…
I’ve been thinking, and that usually means trouble. Trouble that starts being for me, and then I blog it and make it your problem. You may thank me in advance.
This time my…
Herman and I were never close. For that matter, I don’t think my dad and he were either, though they too were father and son. Herman became a father - to my father - late in life,…
I kept thinking there was something I wanted to write about, something from way back, something colorful and constructive - but I couldn’t recall what it was or what I wanted to say about it.…
Here at the Chucklehut we notice the little things, but sometimes that means some of the bigger things get away from us. Well no more! At least, not in terms of a couple-three good-sized…
Sometimes “full circle” is a straight line, and a straight line is no joke. By which I mean to say, the runner may have run his final lap.
Perhaps I should clarify: I don’t…