29 April 2012 Comments Off
Heart-rending story in the New York Times, The Life and Death of Therapist Bob Bergeron. … but perhaps rending not the way you think. Depending on whether, of course, you are a gay man. I’m not, but the beauty-fade? The loss of looks, beyond one’s control? Like, life? Getting sick? Old? The Creeping Decrepits, my son calls them. He, however, is only eighteen years youngerthan I, so he’ll get his. (He’s a Good Boy.) (Also a senior geo-tech engineer, so I probably won’t be sending him this post.) Read the rest of this entry »
15 April 2012 § 3 Comments
I never watch the news, but you know what I learned on the news? The fucking humanitarian aid, food and supplies, North Korea receives? The North Korean people are told that these are tributes. To their Leader. Then, if they’re lucky, I guess they get to eat. Read the rest of this entry »
30 January 2012 § 8 Comments
Is this like something you have to be?
Or automatically become?
And why are there these special, all-cringeworthy words for getting older?
Why aren’t I the same person, granted, in somewhat different form? Read the rest of this entry »
20 November 2011 § 9 Comments
Verrry interesting. The slow tap tap of her heels … in all that silence. Just devastating.
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10 October 2011 § 1 Comment
Jobs had been teaching us to say goodbye to all that for decades — we just didn’t know it.
… in these final years, when the auditorium lights in would go down and the crowd would go wild for Jobs, who increasingly greeted his followers and touted the latest neat, new thing even as he wore the look of a person who was not going into that future with us.
He would be getting off here; we were to proceed without him … Let it go and look ahead was the message all along.
Hank Stueval in the Washington Post
Okay, I’m going to cry some more. Read the rest of this entry »
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