Writing the good read
Sometimes, Brian, I wonder if you want to carry the mantle of journalist raised by people like Mike Wallace, or just be a talking head, simplifying the news into 30 second bits. Tonight, for instance, in your discussion today about President Obama’s evolution on the topic of marriage equality, you, along with the rest of…
Someone on Facebook had a link to a post at Caveman Circus about what women really mean when they say certain things. It was mildly amusing, and some of it had a ring of truth — a loud sigh is, indeed, a word; sometimes when we say “Fine” we really mean “Are you kidding me?…
I just finished another book. I’m going to write about it next week, but it goes with the book I’ve just started (another example of my unique and unconscious ability to read books back to back that end up going together in some way). The pile next to my bed is getting a little shorter…
As we enter the second week of the fifth annual WordCount Blogathon, wherein I, and 251 of my closest writer friends, do our darnedest to blog every day in the month of May. It gives us a chance to go through each others blogs and find new gems to follow. Here’s the first of three…
Or, a few things that are addictive that are not also illegal 1. Kettle corn 2. Angry Birds 3. YouTube videos of puppies 4. Words with Friends, especially when the friends perpetually beat you by only a few points. 5. Good pie, particularly rhubarb just picked from the garden, berries just plucked from the…
I was at Safeco Field in Seattle tonight to watch the Mariners take on the Twinkies. Seeing the Ms play always teaches me something. Here’s what I learned tonight. 1. If your dad works for the team and you have any problem, you have no problem. This is true even if the tickets you have…
I have a friend who, rather than watching television, spends evenings trawling through YouTube for fun videos. I have to admit, I never spent much time on the site. Sometimes my brother — who apparently doesn’t have a lot to do — will send me a link to something funny. Or that he thinks is…
A few years back I picked up a really interesting book, Mystics, Mavericks and Merrymakers: An Intimate Journey among Hasidic Girls by Stephanie Wellen Levine. Essentially the published version of an academic thesis, Levine spent a year living among the young Hasidic girls of the Lubavitcher community in New York. I grew up in a…
I know animals live in the moment, but the last 18 months with the four legged beast I call the Moose have really brought that home to me. Tonight I was trying to imagine her as an old lady dog, calm, serene, a distinct absence of exuberant bounciness. Couldn’t do it. I sit here on…
It’s easy to think nothing but evil thoughts about a former spouse or spousal equivalent*. You went into the relationship swimming in endorphins and serotonin, sure that this was so different from every other relationship you’ve had, from every other relationship that’s ever been. You were positive it would last for ever. And then, maybe…
