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
- For Willa Cather: Start Seeing
August 23, 2014 10:42PM
- 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
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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I sat down to read Willa Cather today. I should have known better; whenever I encounter Cather my mood is altered for days and I walk around in a fog, bumping into corners, almost walking into traffic, and losing large swatches of time to meandering… Read full post »
Haven't written a poem in ages.... You think I should throw in the towel and stick to essays?
Roller Skating is Life
With black laces tied tight
and candy cane striped wheels
spinning in a blur of red and white,
Remeber that old game "Kerplunck"?
A simply plastic cylinder--a bunch of thin sticks shoved in holes that go through the cylinder creating a tenuous bottom to hold up a pile of marbles threatening to fall to the bottom of the cylinder...presumably with a kerplunk.
So… Read full post »
"Kind" and "warm" are two words one would not associate with playwright Lillian Hellman. Her acerbic personality is part of her legend, but I've always been more interested in the plays than in the person. The melodrama of The Little Foxes, The Children's Hour, or Another… Read full post »
Wayne Thiebaud. Yes, he paints sumptuous looking pastries and bizarre landscapes. He is splendid, but for me, at least for now, he paints my sadness.
These cupcakes, the solitary pieces of pie on milk white plates, and full cakes on plates cut-up for the taking. A refrigerator cube sat… Read full post »
See over there? Over by the wall, on the floor? Yup, that's right. That is a towel--and I've thrown it in. I'm going to do it. Tomorrow. I am going to pick up the phone, and I am going to use this health insurance card for the first time in 3… Read full post »
Being a late bloomer, I did not learn how to ride a bike until I was 12 years old. Yet from the first day of cruising around our neighborhood, I was hooked. My friends and I would take our ten-speeds and head out to the Food N’ Fuel… Read full post »
I spend too much money on coffee I don’t want to drink.
My entire life, I have never been good at doing work at home. In high school, I’d go to the library; in college, the student union; but, now in my adult life that place is… Read full post »
In the film The Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost is a fairly laid back kind of guy. He flies around with his hoodie sweatshirt, seemingly carefree and happy-go-lucky as he creates minor havoc with his ability to create snow and ice with his magic staff./… Read full post »
When I discovered that today would have been Fred Rogers's 85th birthday, I knew I could not let the day go unnoticed. Yet, even though Mr. Rogers and his neighborhood were instrumental in my development and continued growth as a man, I cannot find… Read full post »
Our 1979 maroon Ford Thunderbird was my favorite car. I'm not sure what draws me to this particular automobile from the many we had in my childhood; perhaps it was the giant bench seats where I could sprawl out with my sister and the two of us could sleep on… Read full post »
William Least Heat Moon travelled around the United States in 1978 on the blue highways found in the Rand McNally atlas. The blue highways indicated those country highways that tend to bypass larger cities: after losing his job and getting divorced from his wife, he lived out of his van and… Read full post »
Let's say your work sponsored a picnic where attendance was mandatory. A good time was expected to be had by all, so pratice your fake smiles.
You arrive at the picnic and everyone is there, people who have been around forever and people who are fresh on the job.… Read full post »
It is a non-descript red notebook. Spiral bound graph paper, with colored-in block patterns toward the middle and bottom of the paper contrasting the scribbles toward the top of each page.
This is where I write my "To Do" lists.
Writing these lists is not a… Read full post »
I realize I'm late to the party. I'm not much of a joiner, never have been the social type, so I was planning on skipping the obligatory Father's Day post--leave it to the people who have strong feelings of attachment and love for… Read full post »
I may live in the country, but I'm not oblivious to the signs.
For the past decade, piece by piece, a type of cleansing or purging of the insignificant, the trite, or the deemed unworthy.
I am talking, of course, of the death of fiction.
First, at the Borders… Read full post »
Greetings class of 2012:
As a member of Generation X, I'd like to welcome you into what has been called "The Real World."
When I was in school, we were the generation that was going to destroy the… Read full post »
First off, I don't like science fiction. The chatter about aliens, machines of the future, and super diseases just does not strike a chord with me. When I read H. G. Wells, George Orwell, or Isaac Asimov--I reach for a razor to begin slitting my wrists (down river,… Read full post »
A wall separates them as they dress. She chooses her adornments with care: accentuating her long neck, high cheekbones, and light sprinkles across the room with the rise and fall of her voice. These precious diamonds were a gift from him. The twinkle of the jewels,… Read full post »
When I was a kid, my mother and I were at Northtown Mall in Blaine, Minnesota. One of its anchor stores was a Woolworth's, and it had a restaurant attached to it that served the best chicken tenders on Earth, mostly because they served them with… Read full post »
After being traumatized at Boston Store, I headed to the food court to gorge myself on a pity pretzel from Auntie Annie's. It was topped with buttery, salty goodness.
The corridors teemed with leacherous kiosk sales people:
No, I don't care… Read full post »
Planning ahead to Father's Day, I decided I would capitalize on my mall visit with a gift purchase of cologne for my dad. He deserves it. However, he enjoys a hard to find cologne called "Fujiyama," which sounds more like a brand of… Read full post »
As a general rule, I avoid large groups of people. The constant flux and motion of crowds takes my breath away, and usually I have to go home and take a nap to recover from sensory overload. Yet, despite these apprehensions, this weekend, I found myself at the "rich people's"… Read full post »