A kitchen timer is an indispensable tool. I don’t have one. Instead, I use the timer on the stove. It works well because it’s digital. Although, the smallest available unit is minutes, which is sometimes too long. I digress.
Visiting my folks always brings back a flood of memories. This isn’t the house that I was born into but it is the one that I left. Even still, it’s full of things that remind me of all of my past.
These days, it’s easy enough for me to fry up, boil, or even poach an egg. I can’t be doing much else, mind you, while I’m making breakfast because I have trouble managing multiple tasks simultaneously. This results in poor timing and cold toast.
One-million-year-old teeth were found in Siberia. They are from a mammoth who, presumably, didn’t floss daily or visit a dentist even once in its life. To suggest that any animal from the Pleistocene epoch had any sort of dental hygiene regiment is laughable. But, still, their teeth survived. Whenever I go to a dentist’s office,… Continue reading An Unexpectedly Exciting Visit to the Dentist
I recently picked up a copy of Sketch for a Theory of the Emotions by Jean-Paul Sartre, a book I’ve been meaning to read for a while. Reading philosophy is a lot harder than I remember it being.
Generally speaking, I don’t like to share what I’m working on because it messes up my mojo when I do. I end up not finishing whatever I said that I would do because I’ve already told you about it so what’s the point in seeing it through now? I mean, if I told you I’d… Continue reading I’m Working on a Podcast
It’s undeniable that some time has passed between us. What little we did talk during then has held us together like the imperceptible knots tying strings of thread, being joined to continue knitting a blanket. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for those knots, but they make little difference to what has brought us… Continue reading I Still Miss You, Even After All That Was Nothing
Dear Nash, What’s left to say?
I’ve started reading through my Collection of Recollections, that long piece of writing that I’ve been pounding out on my typewriter over the last year. I’m only 20 pages in and it’s shit.
Whenever I do the dishes, which is not altogether that often, I like to plug the one side of the sink. While I’m washing dishes, I let the water collect. Eventually, the water level gets high enough to spill over the little inset portion of the sink. Whenever that happens, I take a minute to… Continue reading Filling the Sink with Water