2010 Articles

I really can’t stand Dan Brown’s prose – so I didn’t read The Lost Symbol – preferring to read Simon Cox’s glossary of terms and socio-history surrounding the plot of the latest Brownie proffering…but I tell ya – Dan Brown has probably taught me more than anyone else on the planet!  So hat’s off Danny […]

I first heard THE BEATLES “Number 9” when it was initially released.  Bill Chifon’s older brothers were into THE BEATLES and Bill, Joe Polgar and I started running around the Alameda Elementary School playground in the fourth grade carrying cardboard guitar cutouts (I’m sure I have suggested this in an earlier article [heading into my

As Giti and I were taking our 3-mile walk (Giti actually goes everyday and I make maybe 3-to-4 walks-a-week) – we came upon a young fellow with a pretty good left arm — pitching to his father (who was catching in front of the family’s Volvo [Dad’s catching position being a pretty good incentive to

I’ve been locked up in prison (professionally speaking) for 18-years-now – and it’s time to bust out!  That’s why I will attempt to kill two birds with one stone – by using this space to do my pre-write for the Letter of Interest for the gig I want at Pierce College, and, by therapizing myself

So, Son Austen – just now coming to the age of 15 — told me that he wanted to see “Hot Tub Time Machine” – because he’d heard that it was pretty funny.  I should have known better: after all, we had just seen “She’s Out of My League.”  Both movies specialized in the “F”

I remember sitting with Singer Jon Traynor’s (of NECRONOM fame) father in his suburban Michigan home – many, many years ago (after my graduation from Kalamazoo College, and, at least 4 years into my teaching career) — and this is what Papa Traynor had to say to me regarding the pursuit of higher education: “I

There is just no way that I can pick up another Dan Brown book and wend my way through it.  Reading a Dan Brown book (I definitely can’t call his ‘Langdon’ stuff novels) is an exercise in exquisite torture – as the King of Contrivance and comic book-styled relationships — matches fascinating (though often ‘dodgey’)

I started thinking about Mother Culture, particularly our American Mother Culture, as Giti and I flew to Florida to visit my folks during the Easter time.  As my staunchest readers are aware – I’ve “borrowed” the concept of Mother Culture from Daniel Quinn, and, Ishmael. As I read my beloved Times on the Delta flight

…so finally, after coaxing Bimbo out of the basement with a trail of fish bits – Bimbo learned she could get out of the basement (which is actually more of a huge crawl space and furnace room [and, if U haven’t realized by now how Bimbo acquired her name – U haven’t been paying attention]).

I had been contemplating writing about my belly even before hot tamale friend, Ellie, prodded IT (in much the same way my mother does), and, suggested that it has grown in recent months.  This incident was the last straw and naturally birthed the necessity of wrestling with my Santa Claus burden in writing… I vividly