Flamenco, flamingos, and fantasy
- Eureka, California, US
- May 18
- Commerical Maintenance
- NCCS Inc.
- As a child, I decided that I would become a nuclear physicist. I dreamed that the prettiest girl in third grade was my secretary, as we rode around in a spaceship. I read all the Hardy Boys mysteries. About that time, my parents started saying that I talked too much. I was sent to a prep school on the East Coast. For me, it was a lonely and sometimes cruel place. It didn't bother me that often. As Barney has said, "Our Imagination is a very good place to be!" In 1985, I remodeled a kitchen, and used the money to buy a bicycle. I trekked to Sun Valley, Idaho, and became a ski bum. I now am somewhat arthritic, and I read a lot of theology books. My soul is decidedly triangular.
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passing around in a
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But I have been trying to catch up with my life....
Hindu sacred geometry: The lotus chitra
Damn you, figure-eight flies.
Your aerial acrobatics don't impress me.
This infernal swarm in my cupboard
Worms in my oatmeal! Worms in my amaranth!
Worms in m… Read full post »
Mexican tile, my photograph
I. The Wall.
A boy played in the woods. Intently he kicked a homemade ball with his heels, keeping it aloft. It was a good ball, carefully woven from vines that he had peeled, and dried into a tight,… Read full post »
Our merry coffee shop crowd, inside on a cold day
It's April. The showers here aren't very sweet.
But they're better than our winter, which was frosty
The trees make quite a show. Hope it doesn't snow.
I might get a lot of cherries, though.
This… Read full post »
Hello. Dante here. I’m not actually Dante Alighieri, but they call me that. It’s a long story, how I got the nickname. Basically, my wife had a friend, and my methods for dispatching the fellow were so creative, that they gave me a job… Read full post »
Well, it's tax time, again, and I must say I have been looking forward to it, this time, since this year I'm officially a billionaire. I say officially, because I've always had a lot of tax shelters. I run about fifty shell corporations, in addition to the master… Read full post »
Recently, I paid a visit to one of the new art galleries in Old Town, Eureka, where I found a collection of paintings on auction. There was a group of people working at the gallery: it was designed to accomodate the needs of amateur artists, who I found… Read full post »
January 1, 2014
I was shocked and saddened to learn today of the death, most likely a homicide, of Father Eric Freed, who was found dead in the Rectory of St. Bernard's parish in Eureka. I am not a practicing Catholic, but one of my… Read full post »
Oh no! One is enough!
I recently read, with both amusement and horror, about Tim Draper's ballot initiative to divide the State of California into six smaller states. He believes that the new states would be both better governed, and enjoy increased prosperity. The proposa… Read full post »
City of Eureka, Calif. to acquire military HumVee...
I'm not a person that takes much interest in stock and bonds, but lately, things have changed. I received some money from my parents, but I can't touch the money; it's all in an IRA. This is probably… Read full post »
The big question is why aren’t
world governments jumping in to contain what’s going
I'm reposting some links to the Fukushima nuclear disaster, and also a recent letter describing the problems Tepco faces when they begin removing fuel rod assemblies from t… Read full post »
I was walking along the same infrequently illuminated street: A moonless night, the air a perpetual drizzle of moisture. That is all I ever see. Maybe a car or two, but it’s really, really late. I don’t remember the day very much. I guess I sleep… Read full post »
FOR FICTION WEEKEND
I was living in New York State, near Poughkeepsie, and I planned a drive to Connecticut, having spent a long time without an excursion, other than driving to work. It was beautiful spring weather, and I intended to find a relative of mine,… Read full post »
You can't begin to tell me why I should keep up this whole charade. The last time I came home, fed the cat, cleaned up the dirty dishes left in the sink, picked up all the empty beer bottles, turned off the television, and then got into… Read full post »
(For FICTION WEEKEND)
We were standing on the man-made embankment which borders on a channel leading to the Mad River hatchery. There were about fifteen of us that day. We knew each other, mostly from this same activity in previous years-- we all were trying to catch salmon, on… Read full post »
A Meeting on a Matter of Utmost Importance...
It was with difficulty that was able to locate the building where I had agreed to attend a committee meeting. I asked a security guard at the Clarke Complex, which is a former hospital, once… Read full post »
Newly discovered Van Gogh painting, "Sunset at Montmajour"
An old couple slowly walked along a rural road, which was not much more than a worn area in the meadowlands that it traversed. Even though he was an elderly man, he was still a very imposing figure: tall, and… Read full post »
FOR THE WEEKEND FICTION CLUB
It's the end of Summer. My son, Nathan, wakes me up for the third time, pacing down the hall, and going to the bathroom, where he brushes his teeth, with the door open. I want to call him a jerk, but I… Read full post »
I wake up with a start, my skin burning, behind a glass window. I have no dreams to remember, but I think of a melancholy merengue, that I heard long ago. It was in New York City where I heard this music, where my parents sent… Read full post »
I must admit that, from an early stage of my life, I was obscenely rich. I grew up in San Diego, and spent my youth doing whatever I wished. I had my own rock and roll band. I grew my hair long,bleached it blond, and surfed all…
The first time I met Emily, I must admit, I was completely flustered. I was always rather shy, but Emily's relative self confidence and poise completely bowled me over. That day, I walked into my design class a bit late. It was/… Read full post »
STORY FOR FICTION WEEKEND
He sat on a bench, partly daydreaming, partly reading a novel. It was a small park, but very clean and carefully landscaped. The neighborhood was upscale, the local shops were trendy, and most of the customers were young. But this was… Read full post »
STORY FOR FICTION WEEKEND
The man stepped in out of the heat, into a sparcely furnished reception room. He didn't see a receptionist, but he saw an urn, containing tea. He didn't really want any. He sat, and was looking for an interesting magazine, when the doctor walked… Read full post »
Which we ascribe to heaven. The fated sky
Gives us free scope… Read full post »
What am I? That's not an easy question to answer. I have taken
so many different identities, over the years, that one would think
that I would lose my sense of self. But I know who I am.
My story begins too long ago to mean very much to/… Read full post »
Reverend Ralph looked over his congregation, and paused, looking over every face, before he began to speak.
I want to thank you all, for coming as regularly as you do, and for all the praise that I have received, for the last few years-- in fact… Read full post »
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