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Working hard for the money

Thought this might be fun. Here’s an updated list of all the jobs that I’ve held in my life, in chronological order. 1. Farm laborer, Blackstone, MA: When I was 12-years old, I began working for Jesse Deacon, an aging farmer in need of some help. Every Saturday, I would spend 4-6 hours loading hay…

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Ice the bunny

My wife can’t throw away stuffed animals, even if she despises the furry, inanimate objects.   Tonight she attempted to throw away a worn-out, bedraggled, hand-me-down stuffed bunny, but try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to toss it into the trash. “I can’t do it,” she said.  “You could do it for me, but…

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Namesake

In an effort to convince a former student to name her new dog after me, I told her this amusing but true story. About six years ago my DJ partner, Bengi, and I worked a wedding for a couple who we liked very much. Fun-loving people who were easy to please. A few months later…

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Read, damn it

From the Washington Post piece entitled Get a Good Read on the Market: Pick Up a Book: As Berkshire Hathaway vice chairman Charlie Munger has said in assessing the success of his bossandsidekick, Warren Buffett: “If you want to be an outlier in achievement, just sit on your ass and read most of your life.”…

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Turkey baster

I’ve often been advised to learn something new everyday.  And I try. Today’s bit of knowledge was especially interesting.  I learned that artificial insemination via an anonymous sperm donor can be done from the confines of one’s own home, with the use of a turkey-baster in the words of one doctor.  More on this when…

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ScissorS

From The Washington Post’s story entitled Fun Facts About Our English Language: Are there any words that exist only as a plural? There are quite a few, including scissors, binoculars and tongs. I mention this because Elysha only refers to scissors as a scissor. This was fine pre-Clara, but now that we have a little…

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Stepping back into history

I spent the afternoon visiting my childhood home in Blackstone, Massachusetts, a house that I lived in from the ages of three to seventeen before my evil step-father stopped paying the mortgage, forgot to tell my mother and eventually left her.  Less than a year later, the bank foreclosed on the house, leaving my mother…

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Mass suicide is clearly insane, but the parting of the Red Sea lives in Crazy Town, too.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Heaven’s Gate. Remember the cult? They were the people who believed that an alien spacecraft was following behind the Hale-Bopp comet, and that in order to catch a ride on board, they would need to shed their humanly containers. Thirty-nine members of Heaven’s Gate committed suicide in order to…

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Beware of what?

What does the homeowner want me to believe? Beware of God, because horrible crimes and atrocities are committed in his name (not to mention a number of atrocities committed by the Big Guy himself, if you are to believe the Bible, Torah, or Koran) Or… Beware of God, because if you fail to keep the…

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Would I even be hungry?

This list of final meal requests from death row inmates fascinates me. Each represents the last request from a dying man. Like Gerald Mitchell: One bag of Jolly Ranchers. And how about Miguel Richardson: Chocolate birthday cake with “2/23/90” written on top, seven pink candles, one coconut, kiwi fruit juice, pineapple juice, one mango, grapes,…

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