Masked & Synonymous

Bob Dylan is still the 2016 Nobel Laureate for Literature. It wasn’t LSD in the water or a viral hoax or a rip in the Matrix. The Swedish Academy, two words without a hint of masculinity, showed some stones. They just got the category wrong. The Nobel should have been for Alchemy. Dylan does indeed … Continue reading Masked & Synonymous

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Three Dot Theology…

Forgive me Readers for I have slothed. I'm in the midst or middle, betwixt or between something or other, life-wise. The book I promised myself to deliver goes on under the lash, but an instinct tells me keep it mum until complete. Meanwhile, my urge to keep this blog afloat calls out for some fresh … Continue reading Three Dot Theology…

Cam’s Sad Sad Dab

It has been quite a while since hair products have held sway over me– though I applied shampoo to the top of my head long after it was only the wispy dreamers on the sides that needed tending–but when Cam Newton, Carolina’s polarizing quarterback, league MVP and media VIP, attracted national attention for his dab, … Continue reading Cam’s Sad Sad Dab

Bob Wins The Big One

Bob Dylan has won the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature. Somebody tell Watson. They seemed close. The grizzled pitchman for Cadillac, Pepsi, Victoria Secret and IBM has been awarded the highest prize in Literature, for “having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.” Well, duh. Or, they could just ask the 98% … Continue reading Bob Wins The Big One

Traffic Light

My first thought was nautical: She's broad in the beam. So was my second. He's three sheets to. I pegged them instantly as a breed of retired couples I've become very fond of. Homey and doughy and okay with that. They spend the golden years, health be damned, doing the things that got them through that grind of the last ten working … Continue reading Traffic Light