Things that are interesting to me

Since I am unable to work on some fiction today, I thought I would write a little about what I’ve been up to. Living in a different place – this is my fifth address in as many years – I’ve come to accept that unsettled feeling that steals over you at the most inconvenient times. The weather patterns are different. Those elements that became predictable – when it would snow, when the wind would…

What is more valuable: old, antiquated or new and shiny? I had a girlfriend that loved to listen to music, but nothing in her collection was over 5 years old. That may be a stretch. It could have been less. She was constantly updating her iPod (it was a while ago) with new music. She liked certain bands, and some of their previous albums got a listen, but she was maniacal about not listening to…

I am what you would call a stunningly amateur coin collector. I have never gotten into the hobby with any sort of passion or drive. Most of the coins that are in my “collection” are ones that I received personally. A few – very few – were acquired when I worked in retail. If you see someone pay with a silver quarter and you have a quarter in your pocket with which to switch it out, where’s the…

I have never been a Christian, although I pretended to be one for awhile. I have always searched for meaning, for some kind of indication of what life is about. The outward presentation of Christianity can be very alluring to those on the outside. That wonderful certainty, the camaraderie, the sense of belonging. It is as seductive as love. However, if you question things, as I have always…

So, what’s next? It is going to be a long four years. I mean, to steal Joss Whedon’s line, “like, Eugene O’Neill long.” As each brick drops (or, if you are older, each shoe drops), the fight is going to feel more and more pointless and unwinnable. That’s what they want us to think. Today, now, you have three weapons in your arsenal that no one can take from you. You can only surrender…

Where to begin? So many emotions slamming into one another, hi-jacking the thought processes and making me feel like a full balloon let loose. So I’ll begin here: What if the comedian, Tony Hinchcliffe, who spoke at the Drumpf rally in NY, isn’t actually racist? What if he decided he wanted to “play” to his audience, settled on telling the most offensive “jokes” he could think of to see how…