August 13th, today, is Left-hander’s Day. And on top of all the other things I could bitch and moan about being in the minority of, being left-handed is one that spans across all creeds and seems far more plausible and playful in its celebration. I stand firm in my admiration, pride and empathy for fellow … Continue reading »
When you arrive and find yourself on the brink of change, does everything appear to be vast and open? Does the knowing and unknowing of who and what and where you’ll be in the next coming phase — turning of age scare you? And though change is an ever changing affair, does it baffle you … Continue reading »
There’s no excuse really for the lack of real talk blogging on m-squared this past year — but I’ll still list a few: I feel extremely empty inside only writing about what’s going on in my life. What about what’s going on in yours? I’m so tired of looking at a computer screen after writing blog entries for my … Continue reading »
My iPhone alarm goes off at 8:30. I push “Snooze”, or “OK” and fall asleep for another thirty minutes—an hour—it really all depends on whether or not I have a deadline. For the next half hour or so I check and respond to e-mails or voice messages from the desk in my bedroom, still in … Continue reading »
My premature Saturn Return has been ripping me a new one since October of 2009. I’d tell you the sob-worthy details, but I already put enough of my business on blast through this blog. Let’s just say things are horrid. But as long as I have the interwebz and a keyboard to type on, my worries will have another … Continue reading »
Some middle-aged homely woman said to me, (while watching my dog piss on a barrel–holding his feces in a compostable plastic bag 2 feet away from my body) “You know, you can control where your dog urinates”. I had no reaction, other than the light lump in my throat indicating that I needed to punch … Continue reading »
Alfred De Souza For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time to still be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it … Continue reading »
One of the most important acoustic guitarist of the 20th century: The late, the great, the left-handed Libby playing one of my favorite songs by the Dead—which happens to be her original! Continue reading »
