Tag: Writing

SAD NEWS

SAD NEWS

Disturbing news today from the department of fact and fiction. Lord Thistledown, spokesman for the Royal House of Whinger, announced that an arrest has been made in a sad case involving the destruction of the royal bleeding-hearts. Authorities have long sought those responsible for the continued desecration of the Kewpie Garden’s beautiful Lamprocapnos. Considered by…

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FIDDLE STICKS

FIDDLE STICKS

Lately I have become aware of how the word fiddle can string you along. I already wrote about fiddle-dee-dee used as an expression of uselessness. But since then, I have become aware of its use in other strange curious circumstances, again having nothing to do with a fiddle being a string instrument. For instance, what…

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WHAT’S MY LINE

WHAT’S MY LINE

Exactly what might I say in response to the question, “What’s my line?” Today I am a writer using a line of text to convey an idea, and a digital line to express another point of view. Yesterday as a designer I used ruled lines, my quarter inch scale, and drafting board to produce floor plans…

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THE FOUNDATION OF MEMORY

THE FOUNDATION OF MEMORY

After my mother died, I discovered some random photos tucked away in her desk. A small packet of memories carefully wrapped in an envelope worn soft from frequent use, with a little bit of cardboard to keep them flat, they were photographs of my late stepfather’s family. Gerhard kept them handy in case anyone thought…

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SNOW EPIPHANY

SNOW EPIPHANY

For those of you out walking this afternoon, I will miss seeing you, but I did my walk earlier than usual so as to avoid the so-called SNOW EVENT that looms over the afternoon hours. Excuse me … what exactly is a Snow Event, other than an inane use of the English language? Why not…

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BYE BYE 2020

BYE BYE 2020

I recall at the beginning of the year, a friend e-mailed an alert about how, when dating documents, one needed to use 2020 in full. It turns out altering records would be too easy if we simply used the abbreviated 0/0/20. At the time I thought, “How prissy is that? Not just another year, oh…

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A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

I took this photo years ago while in Maine. I have kept it along with a few other special images that show up whenever I go into my photo gallery. Mostly I transfer new photos out of the gallery into storage files, and see them again only when I go searching. So, why keep this particular…

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A MURDER OF CROWS

A MURDER OF CROWS

The day was slightly misty … a light rain had started to fall. The familiar road lead past an old farm with a wide-open field alive with a flock of crows. They looked particularly spiffy policing the grass in their little black uniforms. There is just something about a flock of crows that draws the…

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DON’T ASK

DON’T ASK

Here, in the midst of social distancing and isolation where time speeds by slowly, and distorts one’s perception of the future, I sometimes feel as if my brains are leaking out and becoming something like gnarly gnats only more passive aggressive. Those things I ought to do but don’t, those projects partly started and never…

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