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Monthly Archives: December 2015
Dopamine
They (unsung neurologists or stranger on the street who can get no stranger than the neurologists) say avoid addiction, especially if you have an addictive personality. But how can you identify your own obsessive, unquenchable thirst for fulfillment and anonymous … Continue reading
Blue
Why is it a color of sorrow? It is the color of a clear day free from fog or rain. The hue of succulent fruit, of reflective ocean waves greetings in such familiar fashion, and clean toilet bowls. Antiseptic, scoured … Continue reading
Nomination or curse?
Thanks to Todd Duffey who writes on stuff (Todd Duffey’s Blog of Stuff) I have been nominated. Although I start to question if this is so much a nomination or a curse! As a result of this nomination – I … Continue reading
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Embrace paradoxical anachronisms
I sing Good King Wenseslaus in the middle of June. I crave Italian ice in December. Because it storms, I eat pie for breakfast, but sausages and pancakes for dinner. I have picnicked beneath a table during a blizzard and … Continue reading
The Fly
I don’t know how it made it in and I cannot get it to leave, but there is the incessant, endless grating buzzing when it flings itself against the lightbulb in my lamp. Is it the warmth that draws it … Continue reading
Today
Tomorrow is a thought away – a hope, a wish, a distant goal with all the world to support and embrace to make all that kinetic potential eventually possible. Yesterday is a melancholic dream filled with golden edges and foggy … Continue reading
One of those days
A metallic taste taints my tastebuds, lingering upon my lingual compass with no ascertained reason. Was there something I ate? Something I drank? It leaves me uneasy and out of sorts. I can forget for a few moments if I … Continue reading
Hustle and Bustle
Meet my new friends, Hustle and Bustle. Hustle always wears mismatched socks. She doesn’t know what time it is and never wears a watch. Her hair is flyaway tendrils whipping in the wind, brittle, uncontrollable locks. When she speaks, it’s … Continue reading
The Five Year Plan – reversed
At a job interview, they ask “what is your five year plan?” But I can’t plan my dinner, how can I plan five years in the future? But the past, I could tell you the past. Five years ago, I’d … Continue reading
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