I never amounted to much as a baseball player, although there were two brief periods (4th and 8th grades) when little growth spurts allowed me to glory in the role of the fencebuster, the one who can tee off and jack one where the grass don’t grow.
I kept growing, though, too fast and too skinny. [...]
Ten years or so ago Ana Lisa and I were wandering the streets of what is known here in Philadelphia as Old City when we happened upon a venue for free performance art. For about two hours we watched people dance and sing and, in one memorable case, tell stories. We walked out [...]
I spend my work week coaching people to herd their elephants. Then there are those times when I question my own license to drive a pachyderm (or, as the cool people apparently refer to them these days, a proboscidean).
The whole point of my job at Menergy is to convince people to stop hurting people [...]
“To think that, given we exist, we do not laugh continuously.”
Arthur Cravan
HAS I MENSHUND B4 DAT TEH WIFE CRAXZ ME UP?
Well the fambly yuks certainly don’t end with her. Check out these two old-timey gems from a recent reunion of her mom’s side. That’s her momma on the left, her daddy in the [...]
I like to blow things up with my mind.
Sometimes I joke that the most important stuff in my brain actually resides in the little electronic gadget I usually carry in my pocket. Like lies, a good joke is only made the more effective when based in truth. Due in part maybe to some inherited [...]
“Wotcha doin’?”
Ana Lisa plopped down and read in silence over my shoulder as I pecked away at the computer. Then after laying an amused but affectionate smack on my forehead she rose and wandered off, tossing back over her shoulder, “My little babe who’s tweaked by everything.”
I watched her retreating back, then looked down again [...]
“Whattaya wanna do today?”
“I don’t know. You worked all day yesterday and had a crazy busy week. Seems like there should be one day when you don’t have a lot you need to accompli-… Hey, are you popping my head?”
“Oops.”
Three months ago we stopped writing.
After about eight months of using the web to connect our lives with friends, family and eventually a lot of folks we didn’t even know, we crashed.
Javid, our prematurely born son, was of course the reason for writing in the first place. His life in the hospital was [...]
