Miscellaneous

Summer Prayer of a Hebrew Redneck Wannabe

virginia_route_613_shield_-_old Every summer, right in the hot, soft belly of July/August, I'm hit with it in the head, like the skillet of an angry housewife: the urge to play Alan Jackson loud with the windows of my minivan rolled down (ain't got no truck, just my luck), hang back on my porch at sundown, and[...]



Falling back up

photo by: crash. It's not that the well has been dry; au contraire, my friends. I have simply fallen in. It's been more than a month (closer to two) since I've blogged. The reason can be distilled into one intense truth: I will never have more time than I have…right…NOW. (Or, as my brother likes to say, later is later.) …OK, two intense truths: Energy is finite (yes, even yours) and what[...]



Art Vs. Income…After Affilicon ’09

photo by: hellembry Yesterday my eyes were opened to the fact that I could be a bit less concerned about aethetics and my craft and a lot more concerned about cash, and even getting some sleep...while making said cash. Yes: an affiliate marketing conference. Here's where I discuss it in full. Your thoughts, as always, most welcome.



God’s Top Ten: WWYHDTM?

top-10 I have always been a fan of the top ten list. I suppose it started with Casey Kasem's American Top 40 (Yes. I was around and not in nursery school at the time. OK?), the cleverest marketing device the pre-digital music world ever came up with. After which I graduated to Letterman, who used (uses?) the top ten list as a cool comedic framing device, which I enjoyed even more. Kids, this was all before Amazon's Listmania was even an executive web dream. Of course, t[...]



Dust. Wind. Dude.

desert-storm-by-sandman There is a familiar pit in my stomach that tells me I must put something down on paper. So to speak. It's a pit that reminds me of other pits, that makes me 16 again, and 26, all the years joined by a common physiological sense of being carried by an idea or a feeling, literally hungry for something to write. Medical science will tell you that the pit is the work of the vagus nerve in my abdomen, which[...]



Weekly Verse

photo by: massdistraction So, you want people? Let them in, but just so much past the door; otherwise they will either park on your soul or you will end up wanting more. Choose: Which welcome mat position? You lose yourself, Or you simply lose.



On Work and Freedom: For Holocaust Remembrance Day and Durban II

Grandma Esther & Grandpa Al, about 2 years after her liberation from Auschwitz. My amazing grandmother, Esther Klein, is turning 91 next month. She was in her mid-twenties when she was liberated by the Swedish Red Cross from an aimless, endless transport, after having spent several nearly lethal winter weeks in Ravensbrueck. Before that, she'd "worked" for several months in Auschwitz, after having lived for a very short time, along with her elderly pa[...]



Narcissus Online

photo by: la_febbra Today there are no signatures. I sign all my e-mails “S”, and it seems to be good enough. I have corresponded for months with people whose voices I have never heard. I do not know if they have a quick East Coast way of catching your sentences before you say them, or if they’re Midwesterners who listen until you’re well past done, and you’re waiting and waiting for them to say something. I do not know these things because all the lines[...]



Here Comes the Sun

sun Today, in the Jewish world, there is plenty going on. Tonight we beg[...]



The Kiss Hello: Can We Kiss It Goodbye?

jerry "I'm going on record right now, that was my last kiss hello. I am getting off the kiss program with her." "Why?" "Well, frankly, outside of a sexual relationship, I don't see the point to it. I'm not thrilled with all the handshaking either, but one step at a time." - Jerry and Elaine, in "The Kiss Hello" (Season 6: Episode 103) What is UP with the kiss hello? Am I waking up[...]