The magic just grabs some people. My cousin’s dear one shared his copy of a book by Tommy James called Me, the Mob and the Music, and I raced through the first half last night. It’s quite a tale. It’s the story of a kid who was gripped by the magic early in life andContinue reading “W.B.’s Book Report: Tommy James’ autobiography”
Weary of defying and denying, he walked to the mountaintop podium and barked. “You’ll never win,” he shouted quietly. “You’ll never take my freedom. Between my temples and between your temples, we both know. I have resisted your lies and your false prophecies with all the strength I had. I am weary and exhausted, butContinue reading “Villainy and inevitability”
Crossroads at Big Creek is a nature preserve in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, that I would visit on lunch breaks when I worked there. A couple of weeks after being evicted from my dream job (“This is an economic decision, not a performance decision”), I sat on a bench near this bridge and wrote these words.)Continue reading “A Bridge at Crossroads”
“A-HA!!!” Oh, it’s you, Self-Editing Inner Critic. Mind if I call you SEIC? “Call me anything you like, loser.” Oh, there ya go again. Why am I a loser NOW?
One day the Moose, the Gnome and the Cow went for a walk. Little white flurries flew, and the waves roared in the bay at the bottom of the hill. “It’s not a fit night out for man nor beast,” said the Gnome. “It’s not nighttime, but I agree,” said the Moose. “Moo,” said theContinue reading “Moose, Gnome and Cow meet Squirrel”
This is the 101st day of my 92-day challenge. Back at the end of July, to celebrate my finally getting an independent host for WarrenBluhm.com, I committed to writing a blog post every day in August, September, and October, or 92 consecutive days. I don’t believe I’ve ever managed that. Turns out it’s as easyContinue reading “Turns out the key really is to just do it”
(A conversation in a world after the devices stopped working.) The Printer grinned an ironic grin. “See, now, there’s the whole point. The printed forum was a place where the community gathered, and people wrote their piece, and views were exchanged with a common respect,” he said, recalling the times before the times before theirs.Continue reading “In the days after Sunset Electronica”