Archive for August, 2005


Friday, August 5th, 2005

Today I was going to write about the mental process of metamorphosing love into indifference and how difficult it’s turning out to be. Sometimes I attribute the difficulty to my advancing years, but it’s not true. It was every bit as hard the first time, and that was almost forty years ago. It’s just taking […]

Upstream of Consciousness

Friday, August 5th, 2005

* My life would be a soap opera if there were anyone else in it. As things stand, it’s more like a soap monologue. * Beware Foster Farms Turkey Meatballs. I bit into one and broke a tooth or a filling or something. Bits of bone. Or beak, maybe. I’m very pissed off about this. […]

Small Comfort

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005

As I just wrote to an editor: “I’m feeling a little better but I’m not out of the woods yet. I knew there was a reason I’ve always hated camping.” Want to know what else I hate today? “Texas Hold ‘Em.” Not the game. I don’t give a shit about the game. I’m just appalled […]