There's a little bit for every mood.

The sardonic:

From Miles Davis, with vocals by Bob Dorough (of Schoolhouse Rock fame)

The wryly hip:

From Babs Gonzales 

The purposefully "retro:"

From the Squirrel Nut Zippers 

My breath was shallow and rapid, the rasping attempts futile. I needed oxygen.

I leaned forward on the desk, fighting, focusing against my body’s panic as I pumped my stomach, forcing my diaphragm in, out, in, out. Nothing helped.

I couldn’t muster the breath to phone for… Read full post »

Whew, what a close shave. Health care almost stayed in the public consciousness long enough to get something done. Now it can stay buried beneath Argentine mistresses and Hollywood deaths. Thanks goodness distraction arrived, huh? 

One glance at cable news tonight says all you need to know about… Read full post »

Everything in this world is finite: our lives, our resources, our habitat and our numbers.

This is especially true for some creatures unlucky enough to be squeezed out in the Age of Homo Sapiens. But as one human, I’ve been fortunate to spend a small amount of time with… Read full post »