The Life of Brian (In the Now)

Consciousness abates, as memory Navigates Self absorbed rhythms Self generated times A word... my love, brings me home A test perhaps A Tome? Tombé? (rhymes with djembe by the way) ------ My friend (from a very rhythmic family) is expecting a boy. The boy is to be named... Djembe (rhymes with tombé by the way) [...]

"Eh! Where you going?" "Excuse me sir?" "You going da wrong way, you gotta turn around. Go dat utta way outta da parking." "I'm going this way out sir." "Utta way mo betta, dat's why." "It's ok sir, we'll get there going this way." "Utta drivers always go da utta way... Da right way" I [...]

The usual FB... Amazing dog rescue Cool new tech Cool old time tech Cool old time footage of classic music Memes n art Art n memes Food Loads of photos of last nights' lunar eclipse A smattering of politics Cuteness gallor A little more politics That video footage of that thing everyone was reposting all [...]

"I've lived most of my life a whore. And much as he's her misery, the pimp's a whore's familiar, so the sudden, strange or violent draws her to him. Not that I wouldn't learn another way." ------ Paula Malcomson as Trixie in the HBO dramatic series Deadwood  -------------------------------------- Yesterday was one of binge-watching for me and [...]

"He had a short disagreeable kind of unmirthful laugh, which came in at all sorts of odd times when nobody else saw anything to laugh at at all, and which sometimes made people start again, especially when they were being shaved, and Sweeney Todd would stop short in that operation to indulge in one those [...]

Yesterday I again listened to a few podcast episodes of On Being with Krista Tippett. It had been a while since I'd heard this show and I was happily reminded of how much I get from the kinds of voices one can hear here. Ms. Tippett has an interview style that I really appreciate and respect. [...]

When the peaks of our sky come together, my house will have a roof. ------ Gaston Bachelard ----------------------------------------- The other day, the ops clerk at work inadvertently reminded me of one more way in which I am not truly connected to this place. This tropical paradise where I have resided for nearly eighteen years now. [...]

"Good afternoon gentlemen. Jack, Dario... Howzit?" "Welcome back Brian. Beets again?" "Indeed." I set down my lunch, take a seat and start eating. The boys are in the middle of discussing yesterday's football game and know I won't have anything to add, so they leave me to eat in peace. The topic of what I'm [...]