new era

after much soul-searching, I’ve decided to monetize the blog. I will have to charge you to continue to read it & thought you should know.

happy April Fool’s Day.

as the world turns

here's saying farewell to a rather unproductive 2012 (blogwise, anyway) and welcoming in a more fruitful 2013 (blog- and otherwise). let your light shine forth!

birds 1, humans 0

it turns out that it's much easier to tweet (or skreet) 140 characters as a bird than blog 160 characters as a human person. Hitchcock was right: the birds win.

skreets, not tweets

in case any of you is wondering, my time lately has been taken up by managing a Twitter account for a Bronx–boy–cum–Scrub-Jay. you can find that birdbrain here.

from a letter to Jann S. Wenner

what happens to anybody who gets into any kind of forced/regular writing is that he is bound to make a useless fool of himself now and then.
—Hunter S. Thompson.

the Mayor of West Farms redux

memories of Papi in June 2001's wedding weekend:

•making friends during Gay Pride

•leaning against a car to chat, as done in NYC

•making do with an ill-fitting tux

a friendmate, indeed

a roommate shares a room, a teammate a team, and a friendmate a friend—as in:
friendmate /frĕnd māt/ n. a person who is a friend by association; a mutual friend.

in the hole redux

I'm resigned to the idea that I'll never win Michael Roney's 13-run pool. besides, even if I were to win, the return at this point wouldn't cover my investment.

brothers in arms

there must be a rule about bonding immediately with someone who starts the same day as you—whether you're cherries in a far-off warzone or business consultants.

alonenessment

we're a generation of together-alones, each of us sitting with his head buried in the e-device of his choice while surrounded by the rest of us who do likewise.

I forgot what I was gonna post about.

if you have an idea for a blog post, make a note of it. maybe you'll post it, maybe you won't; but at least you won't forget it—which is worse than a poor post.

as good as it gets

what's the baseball-in-person trifecta? I've already caught a foul ball and seen a perfect game (August 15, 2012). does it get better? is there even a trifecta?

hear ye, hear ye:

thanks to their overuse, the following words have lost their original meanings and never again should be spoken: "amazing," "awesome," "great," and "literally."

non-haiku, from Facebook thread

how do you solve a problem like Maria?

how do you catch a cloud & pin it down?

St. Natalie of Demonseed.

my knee is often scraped.

thanks, friends of Natalie Lucio!

if only Burn Notice were...

...the name of both the show and the character, I could say things such as, "get 'em, Burn Notice!" "he's got a knife, Burn Notice!" "it's a trap, Burn Notice!"

our town

yesterday, I saw a real-live bona fide brick-and-mortar travel agency in Chinatown and an honest-to-goodness old-time watch-repair stand at the downtown Macy's.

you've got something... right there.

what's the longest you've let a friend's glob of spit sit on your cheek during a face-to-face chat before you decided to wipe it off? and did the friend notice?

people are people (unfortunately).

people are funny sometimes—ain't they? sure, they can be mean, even cruel; but often they can be downright funny—by which I meaning unconscientious or clueless.

"put on a goddamn' shoe!"

if I were a restaurateur, I'd ban flip-flops from my joint. "no shoes/no shirt/no service"? wife-beaters aren't shirts; flip-flops are the wife-beaters of feet.

heeere's irony!

watching TV with closed captioning on, I notice that the ads from the sponsors of a show's closed captioning are themselves not close-captioned. that is ironic.