Besides my work life, I am beset with another work-life. In this new / different / ancient side of work-life I have many things to do and master.
Not the least of which is how to say something new and different. To say it like no one has said it before. These blogs…. I’m often stopped in my tracks. In my attempt to give more than mere shuffling steps on the trail, I am stopped short for much too much scrambling in the scree. I end up with gravel in my shoes. You end up with a weak metaphor about hiking.
Currently, the two main tasks on my proverbial trail map are: Continue reading “Scramble, Scree and Surprise – the work…”
My technologist tells me I gotta start using this site. She will shut it down. And she can do it. Ms. Baldesarri’s got the keys and the passwords. Use it or lose it, as they say.
Updates and hosting and plugins. Social media. It’s all set up and I don’t do shiite with it, she says.
So, enough of it. Let’s start using it.
I will not make anymore boring art.
“That girl got a guitar at her grandpa’s funeral,” Jimmy was sayin’.
I didn’t know much but it seemed a strange thing. To get a guitar at a funeral. For making music? And, at a funeral. I never touched one, let alone play it but they’s for people who got something to… I don’t know, just something I don’t get.
Continue reading “That Girl Got a Guitar”
“Well, I smell the cigarettes on you,” the doctor said.
“You do?” I said.
“I do,” the doctor said.
“What about it?” I said.
Continue reading “Last”