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The Block

I haven’t written -obviously- in a long time. Every once in awhile, I get the urge… and then it either dies on its own, I ignore it or don’t make the time, or on the rare occasion that I try to hammer out some words, nothing flows. Sorry for the long break.

Odds and ends

It’s a lazy-ish Sunday, and I’m overdue for a little writing, but not up for some long involved piece. NEWS ITEM: Ever since mentioning my purchase of a vintage safety razor, my buddy Buddy has been pushing me on the benefits of wet shaving, and gifted me with a cake of soap, a brush, and…

Weirdenfreude

A couple of months ago, I wrote about making mead with my ex. I generally have refrained from writing about how we split up (Lord knows I did enough oversharing on Facebook at the time) but a Philadelphia news item appeared in my feed recently that stuck in my craw, triggering a new emotion I…

Meta update

Worth forwarding to the 1:00 mark or so, unless you prefer Forrest Gump to Iron Maiden A few weeks back I posted about getting back to running, and preparing for the Rock-n-roll Nashville Half Marathon. That’s under my belt now. I had estimated conservatively at 3:15 (hours/minutes) due to the two years since my last…

Remembering Chuck Berry

As most of y’all know I publish my Raw Story videos here at Still Calling when I get the chance. We recently switched platforms, and now I’m using Powtoons. I’ll immediately concede I’m not the best animator out there (thank god I don’t have to draw my own characters, or I would be well and…

My Dilemma

I love my job at Raw Story. I mean, would I prefer to be paid thousands of dollars a week to be a rock star? Sure. But it’s a pretty sweet gig that allows me to work from home (wherever home may be), pays well, and gives me benefits like vacation and healthcare, and oh…

Black Dogs, Wet Blankets

I think this man might be useful to me – if my black dog returns. He seems quite away from me now – it is such a relief. All the colours come back into the picture. –Winston Churchill For Churchill, who was almost certainly bipolar, the black dog was a metaphor for his depressive episodes,…

Aside

As many of you probably notice, I’m either really prolific or totally silent. It took me a while to understand and accept that that’s my rhythm as a writer. It’s either a torrent or a drought.

Thanks for understanding and continuing to read my blog. I appreciate every one of you.