Pensive Person Recognizing Beauty:
- December 05
- A quiet guy up here in the Midwest, waiting to be seen. Most of the time my days are filled with sarcasm, anger, and general malaise--so, this is my inexpensive form of therapy.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Tomorrow, I pick up the phone
December 15, 2013 03:51PM
- My love of Maggie Simpson
December 03, 2013 01:55PM
- That guy, he was going
November 30, 2013 11:41PM
- Why the Bike Rides Ended…
October 16, 2013 09:25AM
- Ode to My Hipster Barista
October 10, 2013 11:32AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Phone call was made;
they are just getting all the
December 19, 2013 08:32AM
- “Thanks, everyone. The
support is very heart
especially from such
December 15, 2013 08:00PM
- “Thanks, Phyllis, I
You've kept me
motivated to keep writing here
for a long…”
December 15, 2013 04:14PM
- “Hey! Thanks everyone for
the nice comments...especially
to see other
December 03, 2013 08:26PM
- “This is a re-post from a
different blog site I write on
December 03, 2013 01:56PM
Pensive Person's Links
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When I was a kid, we lived a few miles inland from Lake Michigan in a rural area of Wisconsin. With my mother having two children before she could legally drink alcohol, and my father striving to make ends meet painting houses and taking other "odd" jobs,… Read full post »
(Why, yes, yes I am a pretty bird...)
Never in my twelve years at my current place of employment have I come across such a quintessential specimen. I thought it was merely legend, something out of the movies. Surely such a creature could not exist.… Read full post »
35 year old, white male, Sagittarius, considers himself a witty fellow at times, well-educated in the traditional style, somewhat educated in what matters, who loves to relax by sitting at coffeeshops, reading, going to the symphony (because rock concerts are just awkward wi… Read full post »
It starts with a short jaunt to the supermarket.
Buy a cheap, glass bottle of whiskey, a smaller bottle should do the trick. Make sure it is cheap--quality is just lost on your self-delusions.
Once you are home, sit at the table--alone--isolation is key. There will be no need for… Read full post »
Willa Cather wrote a short story called "A Wagner Matinee." In it, an old woman, Aunt Georgiana, comes to the city to visit her nephew on some family related business. She has been in the prairie lands for the majority of her life, having left the… Read full post »
A new store popped up next to the freeway not too long ago.
At first it seemed like a house, but that was quickly dispelled when a large yellow and black sign was erected, adorned with 3 large X's.
This was one of those kinds of stores.… Read full post »
Until a few weeks ago, I had never seen a person die.
Up until then I had only been intimately acquainted with the death of a loved pet. Sonny was my society finch, and just like his human counterpart, he went before Cher. I held his… Read full post »
"I'm going to be a magician."
With as much conviction as a first grader could muster, whenever asked the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My parents, my teachers, my friends, anyone who would ask would receive the same answer: Magician.
Perhaps out of… Read full post »
I have a Kindle, and I love it. Hundreds of books at my fingertips, easy to carry, and so accessible when I travel. It's beautiful. However, there are gems awaiting you at your closest used bookstore or at your everyday garage sales.
The books themselves are… Read full post »
1884. I cannot even conceptualize what life would have been like on a farm in northern Wisconsin in 1884. That was when my great-grandfather was born, and he died when I was 7 years old (1983).
I spent a lot of time with him, not by choice. My grandmother… Read full post »
I yearn to write daily; I long to sit down and type up a blog entry every single day. I do. Really.
My typical style is to take something from my past, or something I noticed at some point in the past, and then try to attach it to something… Read full post »
I love to go to antique stores, especially the ones in the downtown of a smaller city where all the items are piled on top of one another and the walkways through the store are like narrow paths forged by explorers trying to find their way to… Read full post »
Mondays suck. Bad.
4:15 a.m.: I drag my butt out of bed when the alarm goes off and crawl into the shower. Sometimes I don't even bother to turn the light on and shower in the dark. I rationalize my socks not matching by no… Read full post »
(My New Role Models)
When I graduated from college, I sat down and created a bucket-list--except back then the term "bucket-list" hadn't been coined yet, so the title on the top of the page read "To Do Before I Die."
4 months ago I finished my list.… Read full post »
I've lost a passage from a book. It was a slippery little sucker, and it must have slipped away when I wasn't looking. In my defense, though, it was a passage from Virginia Woolf--and boy does that woman write some long paragraphs and sentences.
When I had this passage,… Read full post »
Pensive Person's Favorites
- James M. Emmerling
- Deborah Young
- Pavanne Veltman
- Jacob Sugarman
- Deborah Méndez Wilson
- Emily Conyngham