A few weeks have passed since I checked in. A clear violation of my “One post per week policy” but usurped by Blog Rule #1: “Have something to say.” For some reason, I had a lot of issues with this past winter. Not even depression issues, per se. But something in my psyche broke. I […]

Postmarked February 13, 1991   Dear Ian,* Hi! I’m your Uncle John. Well, sort of your uncle. Actually you are just the first kid that any of my friends have made, and through no fault of your own you have inherited me. For the rest of your life you will be plagued by visits from […]

I’m failing at my once-a-week commitment to post. Obviously. Disgracefur rack of disciprine. My job move is still in flux. My missus gave me the croupy throat. Dry cough. Runny nose.  I’m a 250 pound portable germ factory. My brain is hazed over and I’m not sorting logic well. I am, however, trying to soldier […]

I kept kicking the notion of a new blog entry down the road until some life-events played out. Then the missus and I were fussing, and I don’t blog when we’re fussing. I’m certain to say something that will escalate, even if I was writing about the prayer ritual of Tibetan monks. Somehow that would constitute […]

I guess we all have different nostalgia thresholds for our childhood. My nostalgia threshold is pretty low. I miss swimming through teen years filled with lovely lasses, each of which had something to teach me about women. I miss having a different girlfriend every month. Past that… Nyah. I hated being broke all the time. […]