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”
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#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!”
#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”
#578: I See Willy Loman
Because each night I try to watch the opening monologue of my favorite late-night comedy talk shows, in addition to the Maddow or the Psaki,the various news highlights from the day, I’ve seen the clip five or six times by now of Donald Trump’s interview with Terry Moranwhere Trump insists against glaring evidence to theContinue reading “#578: I See Willy Loman”
#577: DMV Meditation
The line is three blocks long, people waiting to get into the DMV. I’m in this line half an hour before opening, and even when the doors open and the line begins to move, the wait is interminable. The old woman in front of me, who can barely stand, is cheerful, wants to chat. I amContinue reading “#577: DMV Meditation”
#576: Ode to Andy
Somewhat of a recluse,stopped touring in the 80son the brink of your heyday,debilitating anxiety tookyou forever off the stagebut not from the studio,thanks be. Skylarking, a masterpiece, found youworking and fighting with Todd Rundgren to make the greatest record of the decade, for me, perhaps, the greatest of all time. I don’t knowa whole lotContinue reading “#576: Ode to Andy”
#575: There Is A Ritual To It
The dance floor is open, she says, and people begin dancing. Sometimes, she doesn’t have to say anything. From the first downbeat people leave their seatsand flock. They don’t even haveto be sure that the music is good. It starts, they begin, as if they could not help it. They are exercising, they areentertaining themselves,Continue reading “#575: There Is A Ritual To It”
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