• To The Half-Russian, With Love

    To The Half-Russian, With Love

    That’s the only existing picture of Victor Bonderoff I could find online; I have none of my own. This had to be the 70s. Or maybe it’s the 80s. I really don’t know. I hadn’t thought about Victor in several years.  Our last bit of communication was back in the summer of 2018, and it…

  • WordPress prompt.  Also, another video on another auspicious day.

    WordPress prompt. Also, another video on another auspicious day.

    I know my instinct was to turn that gourd above into a hand-carved object of terror. See? My instincts were correct! It could not have been any other way! I haven’t done a writing prompt in ages, but figured that today might be a good day to tackle one; I’m ultra-busy with other tasks, but…

  • Marginally Maudlin McCarthyism

    Marginally Maudlin McCarthyism

    Nothing as exciting as communist blacklisting, I’m afraid…just this guy. If there’s one thing I enjoy more than almost anything else, it’s a good memoir, biography, or autobiography.  The more salacious the better.  Reading about the lives of famous and infamous people brings me an extreme amount of pleasure and always has; I think it…

  • I Am The Cosmos

    I Am The Cosmos

    I’ve been tackling my (first) book with enthusiasm, and it’s been pretty astonishing how readily the stories and experiences have been rushing back to me, all of them in a helpfully linear fashion.  I have duffel bags and duffel bags containing years and years of journals (“diaries” just sounds so juvenile) to aid me in…

  • A Quick One For Right Now: AA Wrapped Up

    A Quick One For Right Now: AA Wrapped Up

    Please enjoy my extremely professional, surreptitiously-taken photo of this stunning embodiment of Generation Zed.  Even during the sloppy early 90s when we were all draped in baggy, layered, grunge-inspired Value Village gear, this whole look would have been very worthy of the timeless Point-And-Laugh. I can’t write at length here since things have been somewhat…

  • Further Grand Misconceptions of Alcoholics Anonymous (second verse)

    Further Grand Misconceptions of Alcoholics Anonymous (second verse)

    As a modest tribute to one of the most intriguing filmmakers of the last few decades who would have turned 78 today–with a terrific blast of thick hair that even I envied, and an odd Midwestern sexiness that will always give me thigh cramps–I want to share one of my favourite quotes from David Lynch:…

  • The Grand Misconceptions of Alcoholics Anonymous

    The Grand Misconceptions of Alcoholics Anonymous

    Happy New Year!   (Obligatory Justin Trudeau grumblings ahead…I must get them out of the way) 2025 sure has gotten out of the gate with an attention-seeking ruckus.  Apart from horrible plane crashes and terrifying natural disasters, the nelly little prisspot we call a Prime Minister has finally decided to step down as leader of Canada’s…

  • Lady, You Might Have A Drinking Problem.

    Lady, You Might Have A Drinking Problem.

    Wine flies when you’re having fun. In dog wine, I’ve only had two glasses. Keep calm and pour on. Booze is the answer, but I can’t remember the question. Not cute. You might want to start analyzing yourself and what it is that you’re doing to your body, mind, and life, because it’s not cute. …

  • ESL, Yet Again And Forever: May Gawd Have Mercy On My Soul

    ESL, Yet Again And Forever: May Gawd Have Mercy On My Soul

    Header pic: Me on my last day of teaching with some students in Busan, South Korea, eating fire chicken (buldak).  2007.  Oh, and that’s way back when chicken didn’t make me want to vomit.   When I find myself in times of trouble, there is no Mother Mary.  There are only the ravaging, demonic memories of…

  • Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Let’s get it out of the way: yes.  That is a very close-up picture of my right butt cheek, nearly two weeks after it landed with a most painful THWONK onto solid ice.  I tried to make the pic as bruise-centric as possible and not make it–y’know–a gratuitous picture of my ass.  It’s to show…