Had we more space than now, maybe a small room, or a tiny apartment where we might share our love. Just the two of us. Somewhere near water. Maybe a well from which we could draw to drink, and sometimes bathe, perhaps wash our feet, even clean our clothes. Always to be used with care,... Continue Reading →
It’s hard to say…
Was today typical? Which day? Or which moment of any day can be considered typical? If you live your life consumed by the present, then your presence is consumed in the now. Consider that 'within the now' no time exists! No time to spend, no time to waste, no time at all! Without the burden... Continue Reading →
Stalking Artificial Immortality, or…
Forever the new thirty They say that Forty is the new 30, and that Fifty is the new 40. I hope they cease this nonsense and declare Sixty the new 90, because that's how many actually feel. At some point, truth must become the new denial. Do we forever cling to a false youth by... Continue Reading →
Cancellation of request and invitation-
(obligatory photo security photo (1/251) My apologies! The cleaning party scheduled at our house tomorrow has been postponed indefinitely. My father-in-law has taken a slight turn for the worse. Not terribly worse, but worse enough for my wife to delay her return home for a bit longer. Also, while in Jaipur, she's had an opportunity... Continue Reading →
Ms. Understood
Many, if not most couples don't understand their mate. Originally I was going to say their wife, but then realized that would be unfair. To be politically correct about it I should have said I know that sounds harsh, and I had tried to find the modern correct way to "identify" the proper terms to... Continue Reading →
Cheating on the world, well, not really.
top gums* morning chai God doesn't bother with the small stuff anymore. The guy you mentioned has an injured ear and could damage it and the world with a handset. This injury makes it impossible for him to hear from the right side of his head. At his core, he is very fragile and insecure,... Continue Reading →
Tattoos are for girls.
Having accumulated enough visible scars, mostly from racing sailboats, motorcycles waterskiing , and other such sports, my flesh is scarred enough for conversation. I loathe tattoos. So phony! Like false advertising, but permanent. I don't mind decorating my hands and sometimes my forearms or face, with henna on holidays at the family farm in Rajasthan,... Continue Reading →
torn words, 
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