9/11: Sixteen years
Today is the 16th anniversary of 9/11. As I type those words, I feel a sense of surprise at the passage of time. And yet not a lot of surprise, because it does feel like a long time ago that … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Me, myself, and I
On memorizing poetry (redux)
Molly Worthen has written an article in the the NY Times recommending the memorization of poetry: Since ancient times, humans have memorized and recited poetry. Before the invention of writing, the only way to possess a poem was to memorize … Continue reading →
This is where I was recently
Not bad, eh? I was also here: Note the piece of rainbow.
Continue reading →Back to the Woodstock garden
Nope, I wasn’t at Woodstock—one of the only members of my generation who wasn’t, to hear most them tell it. And I don’t romanticize the 60s and look back on them nostalgically, although many people my age do. I think … Continue reading →
Dental interlude: I’m a little late posting today…
…because I spent part of the morning and early afternoon at the dentist’s. This was my third visit in ten days. I had had an old crown replaced because it was trapping food and causing decay. The permanent crown arrived, … Continue reading →
I read the news today, oh boy
And I think I’m going to ignore it. I may succumb later, though; you never know. But sometimes these days, when I look at news aggregator sites like memeorandum or
Continue reading →Dickinson on the Mass Pike
I stopped to eat my sandwich at a rest stop on the western Massachusetts Turnpike one recent weekend. It was a lovely day and the Berkshires a fine place for my little picnic, although I didn’t have time to leave … Continue reading →
Mama said there’d be days…
…like this: I hadn’t listened to that song in many decades, and so I didn’t recall it was about romance—although, since so many songs are, I would have guessed it. My day today was about something else. After just a … Continue reading →
The internet is sometimes wonderful
Such as yesterday, when I was wearing a silk blouse and eating something with salad dressing on it, and a couple of drops of oil dripped on my blouse. I’d had that blouse for many years and had nursed it … Continue reading →
Erythromelalgia : hotfoot Part III
[Part I can be found here.] [Part II can be found here. You might want to take a look at them to refresh your memory on what on earth I’m talking about.] The years passed but I never found a … Continue reading →
Politics and morality
Every now and then someone in the real (not cyber) world asks me what I do, and I tell them I write. A smaller number of people will then ask me what I write about. Because I don’t like to … Continue reading →
Young Japanese find that sex is scary
Especially when it’s with other people. Well, you know what? It is kinda scary, especially when you’re young and a virgin. But it used to be—long, long ago, when I was a sweet young thing—that there were certain urges that … Continue reading →