Category Archives: art

slummin’

You’ve heard of Slumdog Millionaire by now, of course, if for no other reason than because it has the best movie title in recent history. After hearing about it from friends and watching it sweep the Golden Globes, Bryan and … Continue reading

this is why

When I don’t have any words, or when I can’t seem to arrange them in a way that says anything new; when I am tired, tired of trying to be funny or find meaning or just plain tired in the … Continue reading

telling the truth

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  I am writing to you because I am a person of strong opinions – not all of which are well informed or intelligent.  Nevertheless I feel compelled to share. I’ve seen this video posted several … Continue reading

hello to hyatt

I sat toward the back of the auditorium, a full 3 rows between me and the next actual human being. It was only about a quarter full, anyway, having been used for larger sessions earlier in the day, and now … Continue reading

gifts

THIRTY-SEVEN. I know that in the overarching scheme of things, thirty-seven is not a huge number. I know that, as it relates to birthdays, that it doesn’t mean I’m ancient. Also in relation to birthdays, I am relatively low-key. I’m … Continue reading

sing a little song

Do you remember watching Sesame Street and loving that song… sing…sing a song sing out loud, sing out strong sing of good things, not bad sing of happy, not sad While I don’t always agree with those sentiments, I also … Continue reading

scenes of a life

Yes, I’m a cliché. I love the Oscars. But it’s not what you think. Yes, I love the dresses. Yes, I love seeing my favorite actors, the self-referential humor, the parodies. Yes, I love imagining being there myself. But what … Continue reading

just sharing

There is something to be said for someone who can consistently make me snort with laughter while staring at my computer screen. So…I guess I’m saying that something: Go read The QC Report. Written by Quinn Cummings, a former child … Continue reading

sunday morning

what’s shaping your life? what’s shaping mine? i could look around the room and try to recite all the unwritten rules that guide our lives don’t oversleep go to church comb your hair press your shirt marry the right one … Continue reading

sunday morning

what’s shaping your life? what’s shaping mine? i could look around the room and try to recite all the unwritten rules that guide our lives don’t oversleep go to church comb your hair press your shirt marry the right one … Continue reading