So one has to find the “best” way, one’s personal way around it until someone else does find the truly best way.
Of course, others claim to have found the best way…if you understand coding and computer science, which I do not. So, screw them. I know how to type and I am rapidly losing that function as well.
Therefore, as an aid for the two people and three canaries who might ever want to go back and read anything I’ve written, I’m arranging my work on MEDIUM in a way that makes it a slightly easier way to find…
Yet another cautionary tale
In fact I have several friends, or have had over the years, in the acting business or related fields. Lots of actor friends, in fact. As Johnny Cash says, “I’ve been everywhere, man…” And over the years, traveling, I’ve done just about everything. What I haven’t done, I’ve watched others do.
Acting? I would have. I had the inclination and attitude (o tempera, o more) but, for some reason, I could not remember lines.
Anyway, this friend is now more or less retired. In the past she has been almost exclusively what is known in the…
In all things natural
Language can be a foreign substance, even among “common” speakers.
For example, in the United States, we “quarantine” people under certain health circumstances. But in Scotland where, supposedly, they still speak English, they “shield” people. Since, in the US, we also “shield” — but by having individuals wear actual shields — the use of the word across the ocean at times can be somewhat confusing.
Still, such minor opacities, among other foibles, have allowed for any number of petty and grand larcenies throughout the ages among even the most gifted of writers. Thefts. Stealing. …
Social media has, of course, many pluses.
But it has one huge minus that makes me hate it without hesitation.
You can send an email or write a text or post a response to something someone has written that is, word for word, exactly what you might say to them, what you would say had you two been talking while sitting and having a nice, friendly cup of coffee.
However, the difference is that the other person would not have the faintest idea what you are saying or, worse, they would interpret it in the exact opposite manner that you…
Let’s face facts: Every jerk thinks they’re funny.
And everyone who is funny seems like a jerk to someone.
This is this history of humor. And philosophy. And plumbing.
Because, inevitably, you are a composite of others, strategically built up over time, like Legos, into who you are. Some pieces may fall away and be replaced. Often they leave empty spaces that are better left as voids. As well, given time, new “bricks” come to fashion a “new you” in parts.
Not only do people fashion us but experiences. Events that occur more naturally than the erratic and forced behaviors…
Some people, Americans naturally, absolutely hate sparrows because they are an invasive species.
Well, you know what? We’re an invasive species as well, and we have a heck of a lot more control over our invasiveness than sparrows and all the other invasive species do.
So let’s give them and all the other invasive species a little break, okay? Either that or let’s go out and commit total species hara kiri so we can stop blaming them for things that are simply not their fault. Most of their invasiveness is our fault in the first instance. …
I have no idea what he’d do
This used to be the most common idea taught to children — and adults — in an effort to raise them into a state of compassion for others (“The Other”) in general. Today people tend to be rather cynical and make fun of outreach concepts such as “Kumbaya” that originated in West Africa, or even celebrating together with “Pride” parades.
Or simply coming together for a peaceful Thanksgiving meal with your own family.
More often than not, one is met with responses in the tone of, “You cannot know what it’s like to…
Not actually an open letter
Dear Bev: (not to be redundant or anything…)
I wrote that response to your “Bully” story. I honestly don’t feel that everyone here is a “writer.” That not everyone here understands what writers do or what they are, how writers operate, individually or within a community; that many are here for other purposes (which is okay) and that some see this as little more than Facebook or Reddit or even 4Chan.
Anyway, after a few days this guy wrote a response agreeing with me, with that response. I have no recollection at this point what…
The father, mother, uncle, and older son all worked for the landlord at a restaurant she owned in the nearby town, a city of sorts, more or less, in this utterly rural, basically white trash state.
[If you follow the clues and find that you, too, are from here or have some other heartfelt connections…I make no apologies so don’t go seeking them out.]
As I have detailed before, this is not the friendliest neighborhood. At least as far as people like myself are concerned. And Mexicans. Or other people of color. No one brought a welcoming apple pie to…