Monthly Archives: October 2002

he talk pretty one day

he has a voice that you remember, that’s certain. you’ve heard it somewhere before, maybe coming from the kid in the back of your 6th grade class, the spooky one who seemed to be always worrying. but with any luck, you’ve heard him on national public radio, reading one of his stories about butchering french

inside the ring, inside the perimeter

webrings have been around for as long as i can remember, or at least as long as i’ve been aware of the world wide web. the idea is simple enough. let’s say you like to eat strawberry jam on wheat toast — and who doesn’t? — so you make jam & toast the subject of

chinese corporate water torture

imagine you work in a cubicle, one with low walls and backed by a large multi-paned window. imagine that this cubible is on the top floor of a suburban office park which is itself atop a goodly sized hill. imagine that the ceiling is a good twenty-five feet above you, rather dark and cavernous and

friday five, take six

i suppose i could be a bit more loyal to the friday five idea, doing it every friday. instead, i choose to exercise my freedom of self-determination by picking and choosing the friday fives that interest me. hopefully, they’ll be of interest to you. and if you don’t like my answers, feel free to submit

take me out to the ballgame

between isadore and lili

isadore didn’t impress me, the way she threatened my cast and took one of my shows. no lady, that is for certain. but all in all, she was all talk and no action, too tired by the time she reached town to do more than bluster and fizzle. the problem was in her influence, the

this site is mine

this is where i express myself. this is where i write about the things that matter to me, the things that concern me, the things that amuse me. i have never been one to use this as a platform for local gossip or for the execution of a personal vendetta. rarely do i ever mention