Murrmurrs

I'm not sure what to make of this. A blog post, maybe. But not a normal one. See, for someone who's been accused of being creative a...

As it happens---I have no control over it--I'm more interested in looking at naked men than naked women. This concerned me back in the ...

The Dockside Restaurant is a modest pile of old timber surrounded by shine and money, and there are cheeseburgers in it, really good ones, t...

I don't write about the President much. They say this whole business is comedy gold, easy to mine, and it's not even necessary to di...

Picture a man. He's quite alone, but he's a circus barker, and he's calling in the crowd. He's introducing the acts, the clo...

I saw the results, and I said No. I wanted to stand, march, be in the company of those who were living this horror with me. This waking-up-i...

I don't know, guys, I don't know. The good and beautiful people of my good and beautiful city are walking around like survivors in...

Psst! Hey! I'm over here! Not you, Donald. I know you can't see me. Don't need to talk about anyone's pussy for me to know...

I brought up the Left-Gaze Bias in the last post. Evidently, we humans look at each other most avidly on the left side as we're facin...

There's controversy brewing over the impending beatification of John Paul II. It's too speedy, they say. He's only been gone six...