When I used to practice psychotherapy – we employed a little, therapist trick called “seeding the unconscious” – which essentially means that the therapist secretes an idea (wrapped in wine and roses – because it would normally scare the-Hell-out-of-the-client) into the unconscious of the client. Once lodged in the client’s psyche – this idea festers […]
Meg Isn’t Looking So Good Anymore Read More »
Toyota! What the Hell did you expect when you declared yourself the largest, most profitable car company in-the-world?! A-pat-on-the-back from Generous Motors?! Oh! Of course!! You didn’t know that Generous Motors was headed towards bankruptcy, and, poised to become government owned. And, silly you, Toyota – when you are in head-to-head competition with a government-owned
The Rearview Mirror, or, Toyota – Watch Out! Read More »
Giti was prodding me to write an essay on the awkwardness of American voting (even though I have sworn to never vote in another American election [See Why I Won’t Vote Again]) – and I can’t imagine how I might fill up an entire essay on how we Americans have to vote according to registered
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Giti keeps asking me when I am going to push my ideas onto a larger audience…and I tell her that I don’t think many people are ready for my ideas, and, that I am content to engage in my personal therapy in The Doctor’s Inn (much as I characterize my ‘sorry’ attempts at surfing as
Private or Public? Read More »
On my way for my weekend surf via Topanga Canyon to its intersection with the Pacific Coast Hwy – I was reminded of why I live in California – and why I pay for the sunshine: it seemed to be heaven-on-earth. The view from the top-of-the-canyon was drenched in a warm (but not too warm)
I always worry when red-hot, male musicians – marry. While these lads are single — they tear up the world (and their bodies) trying to capture that testosteroned vision of the world in their art. Yet, when a woman finally gets them to the altar – all-of-their sun-drenched desires are drowned in moonshine. HG, Harry,
When the Moon Kisses the Sun? Read More »
The U.S. of A. is really fucked up, and, headed for some BIG trouble… I just finished listening to Obama’s first State-of-the-Union address (and the Republican rebuttal) – and while Obama seemed to be addressing all-of-the-important-stuff – I found myself looking at the Republican side of the aisle and seeing nothing but a collection of
Who Really Won the War? Read More »
As a child, usually driving with my father (one always risked one’s life driving with my mother – and couldn’t truly appreciate the local color as we attempted to keep her on-the-road), I used to gaze at-all-of-the-homes we would pass, and try to guess the personalities of the people who resided within – as I
The Ultimate Oxymoron I was flummoxed as-to-what I should post for this Sun-Date: did I want to follow-up on Uncle Pete (who announced his resignation from ‘SC right after I wrote last week’s article); or did I want to discuss my new revelation that the Brits may very well have “let” the fledgling U.S. win
Parents in Charge of Schools? Say it ain’t so! Read More »
I have to begin this article with a disclaimer – what with the Little Boet reporting to me that he wasn’t aiming at my Big Head – but rather, at my Little Head, and, that his pellet gun was loaded. Well, his pellet gun may very well have been loaded – but my Little Head
