Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Month: March, 2019

Next door


The sounds of husband and wife fights in our neighborhood drew us together as a family.
Dad would turn off the TV or radio, and the three of us would sit near the window that offered the best reception.
The phone might ring with another neighbor asking us if we were listening.
Sometimes the woman would show up at our door crying with marks, mostly on her face.
She and my mother would sit in our kitchen with the doors closed. She would urge her to return to him.
Nobody liked witnessing a woman being dragged darkly back home by a muscular arm.
We had no asylum to offer. Marriages had sanctity back then.
The police were afraid to come, and they knew he would already be black with anger when they arrived. Most of us had guns.

PUBLISHED: March 17, 2017
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Wo

Kindness

There is nothing about the human species that is kind. Everything we are is selfish. We are expected to do little more than persist by eating, killing, and reproduction. The miracle in what we are has risen only in the form of religions. The invention of non-existent beings who insist we are unselfish is Mankind’s most vital achievement.

England Loses first War in Europe!

Being largely incapable of looking at anything without seeing it in some way as a sports metaphor it appears to me the British failure to leave the EU will be their first loss in the war with Europe in over 2500 years.

Half Mad

Half of me is Irish, and it’s the half with a glaring flaw. I can neither forgive or forget. I don’t seek revenge, and aside from a few punches thrown in retaliation, I’m not the kind of person who tries to hurt you back.
I know what there is to know. What I haven’t done is phrase this to myself in a way that makes it useful.

Netflix and my Harvard education

I have to admit a certain measure of ambivalence concerning these people who managed to get their kids into colleges they did not deserve.
On the one hand, more fool them because they’re paying these prices for an education that has almost no utility.
On the other hand, celebrities going to prison can interrupt my Netflix viewing leaving my favorite series limping and unfinished.
That said, it is nice to see people incarcerated for something other than decades-old sexual encounters. It is almost refreshing.

We don’t like you anymore

I fully understand how the rich Republican and Democrat Intelligentsia feel on the East and West coasts . How was it ever possible everybody in the middle of the country decided all at once to turn their back on them and just gain weight instead.

Pete Townshend’s coat

So he shows up with this gigantic puffy coat at the beginning of a winter tour. It had to be continuously worn because it was far too large to carry. We added a roadie to carry it when he got into a limo. The kid met the car before he got out. He soured badly after realizing it had no buttons and had to be held shut. A few of us barely got any sleep because we were laughing so hard. The coat disappeared in the middle of the tour.

The Naked Trick

I am becoming more absent-minded. I manage to misplace things I am holding in my hands, leaving myself awkwardly embarrassed if I am not alone. To mitigate the temptation to hunt too obviously, I employ the trick of always sitting naked when indoors.

Talking to Myself

I don’t talk to myself out loud. I do it silently, not because of the embarrassment but simply to cut down on the editing.

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