When I turned 20, I was one of the youngest of my group of friends. I had watched them all make a big deal out of it, and I laughed. 20 was no problem. When i turned 30, I was one of the youngest of my group of friends., although I had made a number of friends who were substantially… Read more →
Tag: melancholy
No Practical Value
You know what I want, that is ridiculously expensive, and that I can in no way practically justify, but which I still have a serious hankering for? A sword cane. At least twice a week for the last couple of months, I’ve spent some time looking at the photos at the Burger Knives sword cane pages–especially the titanium “Stilletto” model.… Read more →
Pay Attention
I have always known That at last I would Take this road, but yesterday I did not know that it would be today. Ariwara no Narihira (translated by Kenneth Rexroth) A strange old man Stops me, Looking out of my deep mirror. Kakinomoto no Hitomaro (translated by Kenneth Rexroth) The mists rise over The still pools at Asuka. Memory does… Read more →
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town
I don’t know why it isActually, I have some idea, but you won’t catch me admitting it. but in the late part of December every year, I start to feel some sort of compulsion to read some Bukowski. (As an aside, my mental picture of Bukowski doesn’t match any of his photos–it’s Henry Chinaski.) I read different stuff every year–Bukowski… Read more →
Yes, I Am A Manly Man
Today I picked up a poppy at the grocery store, and probably severely over-donated as part of that interaction. I can’t help myself–one of the things that completely crack through my stern and manlyYes, I am totally serious. I am a manly man. If something can even manage to cut my steel-hard skin, I bleed 100% pure testosterone. exterior is… Read more →
Sic transit gloria mundi
I was a bit too enervated to worry about blogging, or reading blogs, last night, so I woke this morning to find the entire Internet plastered with the news that Madeleine L’Engle had died. (See link list below). I know exactly when I read my first L’Engle book: it was A Wrinkle In Time, in the enrichment program in Grade… Read more →
