With two days left before school starts, I’m inclined to run away with my kids to an island where we can be left to wonder, without the world shoving its will down our throats. But we won’t. Instead, we’ll fall into line with everyone else and suffer the bullshit. And smile. And pretend to be good little soldiers as we try to live up to society’s expectations of what that means. It’s hard to raise children and tell them to…
And the people we voted for fought against each other because, well, that’s what we do in this land of opportunity where the rich exist on a plane so far above the rest of us that the paltry scraps we fight over become our own idea of class structure. It’s not unlike black on black crime. Except, we fight with our voting registration cards for men and women who we hope will give us the best chance at keeping our heads…
Before social media, each year on my birthday I’d get one card mailed to me from my mother and a call from her brother. Of course my wife and I would have a dinner or whatever, but the day went largely unnoticed. And that was totally cool. Then came Facebook where they asked questions like birthdate, hometown and whether I like ‘sleep’ or not. Innocuous personal questions that helped me ‘connect to’ other people. As I began playing around with…
Twenty years ago, I strolled into your life. You didn’t see me coming. I was just this young, white guy with enough charm to get you to trust me. And you did. So I placed a matchbook in the corner and waited for the right moment to strike. The right moment for me was always when I had you exactly where I wanted you based on my own needs, appetites and grand life schemes. Sometimes it was shortly after meeting…
Maybe I’m just oversimplifying, but it seems like what’s going on in DC these days is terribly calculated. House Speaker, Mr. “Get your ass in line,” John Boehner can’t lose. If he forces the President to accept his plan, he wins. If the President vetoes him, he wins. Which is to say that the only way the President wins is if the President gets his way, and the economy blasts off over the next year. Otherwise, and this is a lot…
Singer Amy Winehouse died on Saturday at the age of twenty-seven. I didn’t listen to her music, so I can’t pretend to be sad that she’s gone in terms of her art. But while she was alive, it seemed that she was in the news more for her drug and alcohol problems than her music. Ironically, she had a hit song called Rehab. As I write this post, we don’t yet know how she died. But judging from what we…
