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We have the discussion at least once each week. “You’re antisocial,” she says. “No, I’m not. Now leave me alone.” “You are. You go out of your way to avoid…
Its springtime in the Rockies. For many folks, the arrival of spring provides for meditations on budding flowers, on the wonder of the lively seasons — spring, summer, fall. Others…
It’s a tsunami. A wave of geeks surges down the broad hallway. The geeks are shoulder to shoulder, few of them watching where they’re going; some are texting, heads down,…
I’ve had enough. My ability to absorb and endure pretense (my own aside) has collapsed. I’m declaring a moratorium. On food magazines. Have you read any of the food magazines…
Meat. Ahhh. I’m reflecting on my life as a carnivore. It’s all I have to do. I’ve squandered hours in front of the TV doing cultural research, watching one after…
I’m in Santa Fe. More or less against my will. Land of period knockoffs, pea-brain western art, cowboy hats without cowboys, and awkward turquoise jewelry. Pretense, N.M. I am grumbling.…
I’ll never cook again. I’ve had it. It’s been a long, fascinating run — most of it wonderful. A satisfying adventure. A meditation of high order. But, it’s over. I’m…
Snap. I know I’m in trouble when he pulls on the latex gloves. I’m a guy. He’s my urologist. At the very least, he could provide a paw full of…
“Karl, have you seen those new books that arrived the other day?” Kathy orders a lot of books. She reads her books and attaches different colored tabs to pages to…
They can, on certain occasions, make women more tender and men more lovable … Alexandre Dumas They sure make me more lovable. Give me several slices and I’ll join a…