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#594: A is for Alvin, as in Dave and Phil

Sometimes I forgethow certain records find their way into my collection. I may have mistakenDave Alvin for DaveAllen of Gang of Fourand Shriekback fame, but on second thought,I’m pretty sure this record was a bonusfor an order I made a long time agodirectly from Yep Roc,probably a freebee that came with a record by RobynContinue reading “#594: A is for Alvin, as in Dave and Phil”

#592: A is for Arooj Aftab

I go to a tequila bartonight, not for tequila, but for food, in part because it’s right behind the liquor store, where I reallywant to go, but also becauseI need something to eat. No kitchen. Everything on the food menu is preparedhere inside of an air fryer.I can easily go elsewhere,elsewhere, but for convenienceand economicsContinue reading “#592: A is for Arooj Aftab”

#588: On Not Going Back to the Schoolhouse on the First Day of School for the 4th Year In a Row

I hardly give it a thoughtuntil my wife heads out of the housewith a tub of red vines for the drum line info table where herstudents will entice the 9th gradersinto joining indoor percussion. Then, I give it a thought. This is the fourth school yearin a row that I have not reportedback to workContinue reading “#588: On Not Going Back to the Schoolhouse on the First Day of School for the 4th Year In a Row”

#587: A musician of a certain age. . .

. . . sits on his drum throne and bends overto tighten the floor tom legs and the agonyis immediate. He’s not sure if he hears an actual crack or if the pain synapses inhis brain are exploding his auditory nerves. What is most likely is that the pain hascaused him to yell. He’s settingContinue reading “#587: A musician of a certain age. . .”

#587: Streak Ends! Stats Fail!

According to my Insight Timerstatistics, I meditated 203 consecutivedays and then I stopped. This morning, I meditatedfor the second consecutive day. Part of me feels like I’ve been robbed, so disappointed tohave broken my streak, to have experienced such a monumental stats fail. Another part of me wantsto trash the Insight Timeraltogether, right along sideofContinue reading “#587: Streak Ends! Stats Fail!”

#586: Literature Only: Another Air Travel Poem

Hi, there.  Sure is nice seeing you here at 30,000 feet. Feel free to enable, open, scan, and browse, but please  note, you can place literature only inside  the plastic pouch  above your upright  tray table. Anything  decidedly not  literature, you’ll have  to place elsewhere. I know you’re already  frustrated with the free-for-all nature ofContinue reading “#586: Literature Only: Another Air Travel Poem”

#582: That Time I Got Help With a Bot from Another Bot

After a second day of hundreds of visits, I contacted the automated helpon my Word Press site to see if itcould stop my German bots. Initially, I asked to speak to a realperson, but the automated helpwas, how do I say, insistent aboutgiving it a go. Why not, I said. Together, we learned a lotconcerningContinue reading “#582: That Time I Got Help With a Bot from Another Bot”

#580: What Marriage Looks Like

My wife and I are attending a wedding and we’re at a reception dining table in an outdoor pavilion in heat unlike anything we’ve had yet this summer. She looks at me. She sees something strange, runny and brown, in my silver hair. Dirt? Mud? Bird shit? Bird shit is not usually that color, theContinue reading “#580: What Marriage Looks Like”

#579: Jill

I couldn’t get back to sleepso I just got up super early, made coffee, sat for 20 minutesof breathing in and out, trying to calm the hamsters, later realizing I had forgottenmy meds two days in a row,and mad at myself for not being more vigilant, I thoughtabout mortality, mine, and I thoughtabout Jill. BeforeContinue reading “#579: Jill”