In My Head

The Wedding Where the Gnocchi was Too Good

At their wedding,

the gnocchi was so good,

that whenever the wedding

comes up in conversation,

all everyone talks about
is how good the gnocchi was.  

Sunday

Was it something I ate, 

Or something someone said? 

Why do I suddenly feel so strange? 

Maybe if I were more focused, 

I wouldn't feel so divided. 

Life used to be simple, 

before there were so many distractions.

I can't help but be nostalgic.  

Less is more, the saying goes, 

but what is there when there's nothing?

Meditation #18

Thoughts on a Sketchbook Left Inside the Porch Door, #3

* anonymous drawing dated 7/21/92

Sarah Ellison's Lady Di

A well told story is good no matter where you cut it.

(cuts from Vanity Fair's September 2013 cover story)

Thoughts on a Sketchbook Left Inside the Porch Door, #2

* anonymous drawing dated 11-26-78

Thoughts on a Sketchbook Left Inside the Porch Door, #1

* anonymous drawing undated

Sheep Worries

drawing by Eleanora

The Match

*brown man by Roseanna

Freaks and Geeks Lunch Club Memorabilia

I didn't think I'd like seeing people beat each other up. But when the Engineer of Pain took to the ring wearing our lunch club's t-shirt. . . . . Well, let's just say I caught the fever watching that shirt get splattered with the blood of his unfortunate opponents.

*technical color support:  The Abbotts

Dangers of Blogging #76

My mother judges my well being by how much she likes my blog post.

She'll like this one.


(drawing by Eleanora)

Existential Angst in Progress

Thank You For Your Patience

On Vacation

Outgoing Correspondence

While My Husband Watches Football

Day of the Kings

Who said being King would be easy?

Even on his birthday.

New Year's Day Reality Check

Perceived Breakdown of Mental Activity

Actual Breakdown of Mental Activity

Power of Suggestion

I recently learned 

that my mother thinks it's distasteful, 

all these people always photographing their lunch.  

I don't know why she thinks this.  

Maybe it goes back 

to some ancient Jewish code of conduct.  

Maybe she heard someone she admires

 saying the same thing.  

Maybe she has no good reason to feel this way, 

but just does.

I had never given it any thought 

until my mom mentioned it.  

Now, whenever I find myself photographing my food, 

I feel a little ashamed of myself.

Three Happy People

Annie Dillard, 

at the onset of Pilgram at Tinker Creek, 

imagines 

"three happy people."

"One collects stones.  

Another -- an Englishman say -- watches clouds.  

The third lives on a coast 

and collects drops of seawater 

which he examines microscopically 

and mounts."