\u2022 Religion is the cologne many killers wear to mask their hate.<\/p>\n
\u2022 I would like to know what segment of the viewing public was able to watch David Caruso<\/a> play tough-guy roles, while suspending disbelief.<\/p>\n \u2022 It would be nice to have richer interactions with others than this blog affords.\u00a0 In spite of the occasional appreciative comments<\/a>, I seldom know who is reading and whether their reaction is positive or otherwise.\u00a0 Stage actors can bask in the visible warmth of their audiences, but writers must be blind and impassive, like fishermen.\u00a0 When fishing, you cast your fly, and maybe there is a fish down there and maybe not, but if there is a fish there, it may be hungry or maybe not, but if it is hungry, maybe it is in the mood for a worm and not a fly, or maybe it is the time of year it eats gnats, or maybe your fly just smells funny or swims by too fast.\u00a0 So you pull in the line and most often you find nothing.\u00a0 And you think, maybe what you need is a different lure or a new line or a cooler day, but you really have no idea.<\/p>\n \u2022 Making and keeping friends is something I have never been good at.\u00a0 As a result, I don’t have many.\u00a0 I envy those who do — they will outlive me<\/a>, in days and in minds.<\/p>\n \u2022 On a more melancholy note (!) I must also confess that the older I get, the more I tend to procrastinate.\u00a0 I see this as perfectly rational — I would rather have my obituary read, “He died while working on his final composition” than “He died while cleaning the garage.”<\/p>\n \u2022 With respect to cleaning, I don’t see small specks of dirt and crumbs on the floor as well as I used to.\u00a0 And the ones I do see, I’m less inclined to pick up right then and there… I will vac them up eventually.\u00a0 A tentative co-existence with imperfection is settling in.<\/p>\n \u2022 From the American Irony Board:\u00a0 When my son and his wife visited for Thanksgiving, they brought along a book to give to my daughter: “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing.”\u00a0 After the holiday, as my daughter was packing up to leave, I saw she had neglected to pack the book.\u00a0 I asked her, didn’t she want to take the book with her, and she replied, no, she probably wouldn’t read it.\u00a0 So now I get to figure out what to do with this book about clutter that is sitting on my desk.<\/p>\n \u2022 Donald Trump, with alphabetic economy, has made a not-so-surprising transition from “You’re Fired!” to “You’re Afraid!”<\/p>\n \u2022 I really don’t want my blog to be bleak.\u00a0 I do love life.\u00a0 It’s just that so much shit — man-made, man-preventable or man-remediable — makes life not so much fun for millions of others on this planet.\u00a0 My cognitive dissonance stares me in the face every day that I watch The Price is Right<\/em> — and I stare it right back down as I try to outguess the contestants on the prices of designer leather goods, wine coolers and karaoke systems.<\/p>\n I close with an observation by writer Anna Holmes<\/a>, with a bracketed insertion of my own:\u00a0 “I believe that self-loathing is a reasonable response to the unfairness and arbitrariness of the profession [humanity] with which we\u2019ve chosen to align ourselves.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u2022 Religion is the cologne many killers wear to mask their hate. \u2022 I would like to know what segment of the viewing public was able to watch David Caruso play tough-guy roles, while suspending disbelief. \u2022 It would be … Continue reading