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
- Roller Skating is Life: A poem
May 25, 2014 01:33PM
- Kerplunk: A game of life and
May 08, 2014 10:46PM
- Most of us Lie to Ourselves:
Learning from Lillian Hellman
January 12, 2014 12:47AM
- A Slice of Regret: Wayne
Thiebaud and Me
January 08, 2014 10:52PM
- Tomorrow, I pick up the phone
December 15, 2013 03:51PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
Thanks for the
encouragement...I guess I'll
keep scribbling away at
May 26, 2014 06:39PM
- “I always look forward to
one, loved, loved,
May 12, 2014 07:29PM
- “Thanks, rita, for
lighting a fire under my
anything in ag…”
May 08, 2014 10:47PM
- “Life as a work in
process....I've been in a
for way too
January 12, 2014 08:01PM
- “I admire your trust in
fate, the master plan of
universe...I'm working on
January 12, 2014 07:47PM
Pensive Person's Links
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When I was in high school, my sister received a gray tabby cat for her 18th birthday. She named him Kirby, in honor of Minnesota Twins center fielder Kirby Puckett. He was one of those cats that only gave the time of day to one individual, the hand who… Read full post »
As children, my cousin and were inseparable. Last year he was married, and while he was dancing with his bride, I pondered a piece of our shared history......
At 12, we sat upstairs, a bare bulb lighting the room as Grandma snored downstairs. We did not… Read full post »
With tomorrow's forecast predicting record temperatures in the mid to upper 70s, I find myself saying goodbye to winter. I find myself thinking over the snowless and somewhat anti-climactic Christmas of this past year, and my mind starts meandering over previous Christmases.
One of… Read full post »
In a box somewhere, probably in the garage of my parent's house, there is a photograph I'd like to get my hands on. On the back of this picture, the Kodak Company was kind enough to memorialize the year and month in a sea-foam green dot-matrix… Read full post »
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 »
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