As August winds down, the last of the summertime house parties come to an end.
Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
Month: August 2014
In the Angelidis Dimitris short film “The Gift,” a fairy’s stolen scarf begins to have dire consequences for the possessor.
A construction crew of Americans doing a project in Africa run into problems when its bulldozer encounters an immoveable object. The crew attempt to move…
The recent weekend George Washington High School reunion picnic brought out memories of my own time wandering those dark and cold class hallways, where I snuck away from my last class to sit on the football bleachers.
The second record I ever bought was a song by Glady Knight and the Pips. I wanted to have that soulful voice of hers along with my own set of backup singers.
I bid adieu to the cold toilet seats in the bleachers, the outfield fence, the malted vendor of long ago that used to wear eyeglass frames without lenses and the one night my friends wandered the parking lot, lost inside a thick fog.
Somewhere in Japan, where there is a perfect conical volcano that puffs smoke like that high school science project, a diabolical scientist is plotting to scramble genetics to further mankind.
I got used to the antiseptic smell and the hovering sickness of the hospital as well as any teenager did, confronting subjects of life and death after my father had a massive heart attack when I was 15.
Before Public Enemy yelled “Fight The Power” from hot New York streets, the Isley Brothers stepped aside from their run of romantic tunes to address…
Bertha and I seemed live on trains in Japan, moving in little circles around the Kansai areas of Kyoto, Maibara and Nara, inciting small children to cause trouble while making plenty of our own.