Category: long story short

When I realize that I’ll probably miss my 25th grade school reunion in June and I miss my mother on mother’s day and I wish I had been at my brother’s birthday sendoff before his next trip to Greece, I sometimes think about moving back to New York. Other times I don’t: Sure, you passed…

Mark A.R. Kleiman points to a “fun fact” that reminds me of my idea for a liberal tax-cut initiative that I think would call the bluff of the plutocrats running the show these days. Let’s stipulate that it’s important to cut taxes by $350 billion, or $550 billion or whatever fakey number the shills on…

If life were supposed to be fair I suppose I could complain the arbiter or ombudsmand that it’s completely unfair for me to have contracted yet another nasty flu within one month’s time. Then again, the answer might come back that I was just too happy in New Orleans and this is my punishment now.…

Everyone says it’s rained pretty hard the whole time we were out of town, but it was only partly cloudy (thick, fat clouds, though, with gray areas) last night and today I’m seeing the same windswept crystal blue sky we had in New Orleans, decorated by the local variety of cloudfluff, so maybe the same…

“Are you going to do any blogging when you’re here?” my friend S asked me. I told him probably not. Maybe I’ll upload some digital pix from around town or from the crowds (or stage shots) at Fest. But I did have to get online to send a file I had been unable to send…