Tonight I reread some Edgar Allen Poe, one of my favorite writers since I was a child. I remember being heartbroken while riding home from vacation with my parents. The blood drained from my face as I screamed. I left a volume of Poe behind in a drawer, to be read never more. Now, I… Continue reading Poe
During a communications conference I attended years ago, two comedians leading a session about improv introduced the concept of “Yes, and….” They explained it was always easier to take someone else’s idea and build on it in a positive way. Choosing “No, but…” is a negative path, they said, and can quickly suck the joy… Continue reading What Happened to Being Kind?
Scanning the audience who attend Trump's rallies, less-educated white voters seem to comprise his base. Could this lead to a political ouroboros of voters? An electorate that doesn't appear to understand their unrequited affinity for the president leads them on a doomed downward spiral as his economic policies swallow them whole to benefit the rich?… Continue reading Consider the Ouroboros
Download 11,710 Free-to-Use Photos of Roadside Americana: The Library of Congress has published over 11,000 high-resolution shots of U.S. roadside attractions, and released the images (to which it had purchased the rights) into the public domain. The photos were taken by architectural critic and photographer John Margolies, who spent forty years documenting his travels along… Continue reading Photos of Roadside Americana
Watching the row of men toting long guns, marching shoulder-to-shoulder toward the capitol, sent a bead of cold sweat rolling down my back to meet the shivers crawling up my spine. This isn’t the opening of a new novella about the Civil War. It’s my recollection of watching spoiled middle-aged men threaten the government of… Continue reading COVID-19 and the American Idiot
Humans are fragile. Flesh and blood. Walking bags of bones and meat brought to life by a smattering of thoughts—some good, some bad. When we’re hurt, we bleed, and it’s not that hard to hurt us. If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison… Continue reading Fragile, yet Resilient
At the time of this recording on Saturday Night Live (hosted by John Mulaney), David Byrne is 67 years old. I hope to be doing so well at that age.
One of the weirdest, funniest things I’ve seen in a while. Update! Found another one.
My wife and I are members at a Chattanooga speakeasy called London Calling and we love the House Rules shared in their incredible spring menu (they update the menu as the seasons change).
Who will sit on the Iron Throne…of Rock?!