Category Archives: People

Robert Taylor

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I want to take a moment and say that I’ve met someone extraordinary. He is an actor, a writer, a father, and a mentor (though he’d claim to be all and none of those). Most certainly he is one of the people I would take with to start the human race over again. (I have a list of people I would take with to start the human race over again). Continue reading Robert Taylor

I’m doing this for you

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I’m doing this for you. Yes. Please put away cookie. Drop cookie, drop pretzel. This is for you, and it’s for the future. I don’t know what the future has, but I hope there’s me and I hope there’s you. Upfront. Me, I’m saying. I’m stubborn. Not stupidly stubborn. Heartfelt stubborn. I’m a good listener, but I justify everything (please tell me you’re the same). Oh, and I lie. I’m not Continue reading I’m doing this for you

beyond the depths of perception

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This is something I should have done a long time ago and I sincerely apologize to the puppeteer. In Arequipa, Peru, I met a man who made these. I think they speak for themselves, but even if I didn’t have a three year old child whose idea of fun is making dolls talk to each other, I’d still have purchased this unique looking puppet. The artist’s name is Sebastien Caceres [sebastiencaceres05@gmail.com]. Continue reading beyond the depths of perception

Day #3

The car is making me sick. I don’t know if it’s the driving or being in the backseat, but I don’t like being in a car anymore. It could be the routine of driving to one place then coming back and knowing there is nothing significant on route. No changes, no spontaneity—we leave, we get there, we come back. Something about it makes me sick.

Those white slabs of wood I saw by at least seventy seats in the audience turned out to be tables. Yes, I’m doing dinner theatre. This is a first for me and that is not a boast.

Kindness

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To the two jerks who made a fuss on the Long Island Rail Road when my girlfriend and I tried to sit down and you grudgingly moved your bag.

I am supposed to understand humans. They say nothing is more nobler or of a higher enjoyment, than the characteristics of humans. You made that hard. It was difficult to be amused by you. Both of you. That means your woman also, who claimed to have not been your women. (Was that an invitation to me?) Public transportation. Look it up. That means, when I want to sit down in the only two seats available, and your plastic bags are on the seats. You move those plastic bags. Move them. Put them above you. Put them below you. Put them on your lap, make a hat, stack em’ flat. Get them off the seat.

It didn’t Continue reading Kindness

I quit smoking

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You know when your lover is late waking up, and springing out of bed there’s that flow of thick current that follows her body around like a pinprick? Your face is buried in the pillow and she’s tottering around with chores. She’s flustered. You’re dallying. She’s angry. You’re sleepy. She says, ‘Why?’ You say nothing. She says, ‘Hey?’ You smile. She: ‘I’m serious.’ You: ‘Hold me,’ and she does and lets out a laugh and comes to the bed but repeats, ‘I’m serious.’ Holding her close, Continue reading I quit smoking

You were supposed to fall in love

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You took my heart.

I’m talking to you Miss 3 train 72nd street stop downtown bound sitting on the north side of the car between man in grey suit and woman with big arms.

If I were the man you were supposed to fall in love with, I’d be talking to you right now instead of writing this. I would have said, “Are you kidding?” and you’d have said, “Why do I feel like I know you?” and I’d have said, “You do know me,” and you’d have said, “From where?” and I’d have said, “You don’t really know me. I just meant that I feel like I know you,” and you’d have said, “Sit,” and I’d have said, “Yes.”
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Why does god hate (me)

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What happens when you have a child and that child’s mom moves in with another man and they are very happy together and the father of the child is happy for his baby’s mama and the father’s even happy there’s another man to make the baby’s mama even happier and then out of nowhere or maybe so slowly you don’t see it coming your child begins to resemble the new guy.

“Oops! Cut it a little too short. Gee it does look like Tim’s. Ha, ha. How funny.”

But something happened. A tone has been set. Now the most horrifying experience a father can undergo is about to take place. Your son, may wind up, a hipster.
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Overheard Voices

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HER: Because, Ted. If I had an air conditioning. I wouldn’t have trouble sleeping.
HIM: Did I break your air conditioning?
HER: No.
HIM: Did I drop your air conditioning?
HER: No, but-
HIM: I have never laid a finger on your air conditioning.
HER: I’m not blaming you for why it’s broken. I’m saying it’s hot. I can’t sleep. And when you ask if I want to go to hear some concert later, “‘Bad Lands’ is playing.”
HIM: I don’t speak like that.
HER: “They’re the shit…”
HIM: What’s, ‘Bad Lands?’ That’s a made up name-
HER: “They do percussion and bass and guitar.”
HIM: I don’t Continue reading Overheard Voices

Pianos and Porches

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Judging by her last text and failure to respond, I may have lost the girl (as they say) to circumstances directly under my control.

Now you start over again.

You meet more people, learn more names (brothers, sisters, friends), more places (Where you from? Parents from? College from?), and numbers (How many years have you lived here? How long dancing? How old parents divorced?), becoming the version of yourself, you imagine, you are like.

And it’s all very simple and all formulaic and it becomes sort of a numbers game till abruptly and without warning the pattern breaks and suddenly in the wrong place, at the wrong time and with the wrong opening lines, you have an intimate understanding of someone before knowing the names or places or numbers. Continue reading Pianos and Porches