I told you in the last post about the big new idea for “selling” passover to the elusive younger crowd: The Legend of Moishe the Passover Stoat. I explained then just exactly how…
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It’s been a hell of a year, and promises to get even more interesting pretty damn soon. The new car arrived yesterday, not without tsurris but we overcame it as will we overcome all obstacles…
Now that I’m all up to my ears watching Battlestar Galactica on DVD, everything seems to have a gritty trillium sheen of space opera subtext. (Yes I know that sheens and subtexts represent…
Now that I’m back off of family leave, I want to do my best to remember what it was like to be away. Family leave is not vacation, by any stretch of the imagination - especially not when…
July 5, 2002: I guess I didn’t yet have a blog, because when I left a comment with Pea I signed off…
I’ve had the pleasure of possessing a decent set of brains for some time now, but the best thing they’ve ever done for me was to alert me to the presence of actual genius in others. …
The most horrible horrors strike when you least expect them, and then strike again and again until you succumb to their sheer eeevilosity. They hit you when you’re not looking, and then…
You know what’s a lot easier than writing things? Having other people write them. Typically I’d be ashamed - yes, I can feel shame, technically - to use someone else’s…
Let’s start with a seasonal note: it’s the sixth night of Channukah tonight and I have yet to make a formal acknowledgment of the festival. We celebrated last Saturday with an extended…
It’s the end of an era. I tend to be a bit late for some things, especially here, and as my increasingly-lengthy hiatuses (or “hiati") may suggest, I’ve been busy. That…
Today has been a great day. I took off from work and Kel drove me to Berkeley for x-rays, which I then hand-delivered to my podiatrist, who told me I was healed-up enough to stop wearing my massive…
you know what time it is… it’s been a year since my last birthday poem, so it stands to reason that it’s time for another one. and far be it from me to stand in the way of standing…
It’s not like I have any particular axe to grind with Dave Eggers. He’s a great humanitarian, a source of resounding joy, and he’s great with the kids. I mean, I’ve…
Got that, Dave Eggers? It stings, does it not! It stings with the cruelty of irony, and the scourge of bitterness, and the awe-inspiring goad of a genius so towering that it cannot read…
Not so long ago I had a delightful visit with my wife’s extended family. We don’t see each other too often but not by choice - this is one family that knows how to enjoy a reunion. …
Here’s another in my interminable “good start” series, the first bit of a story I have no idea whether or how to finish. I blasted it out in a day or two so I’m not…
Kitchen cornucopia
refuge of forgotten oddments
fistulas of rubber bands
pens bereft of inky speech
spools of tape and stranded toybits
whetstones, scissors, woodscrews,…
So the story goes like this: I sometimes post a little creative writing to a site called Fictionaut, which you are welcome to visit because they’ve got loads of great writing there, most of it…
One more tattered sheaf of paper
set aside and laid away
one more notch to scar my gunstock
one more end to one more day
mornings muddled with exhaustion
noontides…
The set-up: the local paper’s website, which I frequently and enthusiastically visit, is running a contest in honor of the opening of a musical version of Armistead Maupin’s “Tales…
I’m not an excessively dark and moody person, right? I have my moments of relative cheer. I have ideas for stories and poems in my little notebook, and some of them are not miserable. …
It’s not like I’m not busy at work and don’t have two delightful and energetic boys to play with during my every available minute. That’s heavy but I’ve got to…
I’m having a writer’s moment. It’s like that song by King Crimson, where I’ve carried this around with me for days and days - first, actually, for months as an inchoate…
The Gumbo Variation
It’s not a terribly long drive from Bosssier to Monroe – 100 miles on Highway 20, straight across the top of the boot. You could do it in your sleep, and I have…
So it turns out, apparently, April is National Poetry Month. Not that it makes any difference to…