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Above: untreated scaly skin as it begins to fossilize (pre-Saurism) >> an occasion for the ageless << Due to renewed interest in reading, online studies, audiobooks, and other traditional methods of learning, a provocative return to the classic forms of studying history, science, social behavior, and core studies has become the new norm. Time travel... Continue Reading →
> Is the end near? The end of the world, is it near? Who cares? As long as we don't notice it, and that it's swift and painless, who cares? These things happen, and I don't think that anyone on WordPress will have any effect on that inevitability. There may be some time before the... Continue Reading →
(FROM Popeye- Return to Sweet Haven Village- THE FIRST GOON WAR The war was a draw. The few surviving goons retreated, limping across the xxx sea. Their losses were horrendous. Thousands of Goon corpses took weeks to sink below the calm blood stained sea. What remained of the invasion force, The Sea Witch and her... Continue Reading →
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 →
(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 →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of "The Salvations of Abda." I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories. My wife, Nalini, meant it as a joke- "Why not register Adba as an ESA animal, now, before we go to India?" Abba, which means 'calamity' in Sanskrit, is our rescued animal. We recently saved her from the Santa Fe Animal Shelter, where she had been abandoned... Continue Reading →
But no more. She blamed her newfound confidence on me. Said I had brought her out and into herself. And here, I thought I was just using her. Maybe we both had just blossomed. Found ourselves in each other.
Within the temple, a woman. Her presence secured by the black Escalade and a small secret service detail idling outside. It was Second Lady Usha Vance. She greeted us with a soft smile as each of us pressed our palms and bowed, sharing a soft "Namaste". We weren't surprised when she walked the few steps... Continue Reading →
NOTE: I had thirty minutes to write the second half of this post and decided to do so, start to end, without looking back more than a sentence or two. Grammarly was left off, no prompt boxes to dismiss en route to the finish (you can tell because the are no annoying hyphens stuck all... Continue Reading →
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