A GOOD LAUGH IS THE BEST PESTICIDE

“… An illusion, a shadow, a fiction … ” — Calderón You may, like the dreamy Segismundo, feel trapped in some childish fantasy of unaccountable, solipsistic resolve. Not around the clock, not generally speaking, but predictably somewhere between the witching- and the wee-hours, and specifically when exhorting yourself to “make a mental note.” The phrase resembles a toddler’s […]

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ROCK-BOTTOM

Wellness — three winces. Mindfulness — seven cringes. Awareness — thirty-four sputtering retches. The first because it’s so damned sparkly, so fresh-faced. Smells too nice. It’s not for people — it’s for depilated supermodels on the Pro Yoga Tour. The second, rather worse, proposes a thinking process that bypasses the process of thinking, substituting in […]

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CRANK IN THE BUS QUEUE

“A creature that is bored elaborates distinctions and hierarchies.” “I’m offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them,” joked a contemporary playwright, interviewed on the topic of what pisses him off, sends his hackles aflutter. “I’m the crank in the bus queue.”1 The implication of which, not just for him but for any of […]

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MONOCLE BE DAMNED

Yesterday, cycling through the outskirts of town, I happened to glance up at the SnapLok™ marquee of our big multiplex. The first thing I noticed was a problem with the word “golden,” as it appeared in the title KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE. A zero — the numeral zero — had been errantly fitted in place of what […]

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A FRAGMENT

Acronyms are not all equal. Except for, I suppose, EQUAL, which if I remember correctly stands for Empowered Queers United for Absolute Liberation. (This being Colorado College’s sub-committee in charge of hosting its annual Drag Ball.) And if some acronyms are better than others, best are those spelling existing words. I don’t mean the kind that, […]

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A FRAGMENT

As far as he was aware, my dad’s World War II anti-aircraft unit — consisting of him and two other GIs — managed to take out just one plane. This was a German Focke-Wulf 190. He seemed disinclined to say much more about the incident than that. As an eight-year-old at the height of my […]

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