Staring at the Airwaves

Staring up at a cell’ tower, imagining all of the dissonance bombarding it night and day. How many millions of contentious texts are bouncing off of those vented panels? How much trivial pretentiousness is thrown at the tower every minute? How much pompism* is sent on the airwaves to and from the tower? How much …

BSR: The Boy Scouts of Russia

I don’t know nothing ’bout them Boy Scouts of America. I joined the Boy Scouts of Russia. While much of the knot tying requirements are universally useful, I do question the life-building skills of operating a chainsaw inside the dacha. Why really would I need to know that? Some of the things I learned in …

The Future for a Song

Sounding like Robert Plant in “D’yer Mak’er”, I told the gal at the deli, “Please, please…put the spicy cheese…on my submarine.” She complied and then followed me around for the rest of the day like my own personal groupie, like a rock and roll dream. Seriously though, and you never know, just where the barchive …