…is the phase I shouted at Ben Kingsley in my last dream last night. Is the phrase I was shouting in my brain when the alarm woke me up this morning.
You don’t understand, Ben Kingsley. I didn’t even know … Read on Macduff...
This; And also that
Music
The music flows through her head. She does not know how to dance but her thoughts do.
One-sentence story
Feeling lucky, he realized, about two minutes too late, was not the same as being lucky.
The time of legends
Thinking a lot lately about the time of legends. Not as far back as dragons or unicorns. Or even King Arthur. I’ve been reading up on that not-so-distant moment in our American history when a band of Famous Artists put … Read on Macduff...
A little part of me
I was talking with a pal
about how my 10-year-old daughter
would still like to be 8 years old,
and my pal said “You know,
a little part of all of us is
still 8 years old.”
And it’s really … Read on Macduff...
Fresh starts
I bought a new wallet last weekend and this time I’m gonna get it right. I think I must be 0-6 on wallets over the past two decades. Each one, destroyed by me stuffing it full of receipts. No more. … Read on Macduff...
A moment of appreciation
It’s not a small thing, to beat the Clintons in a Democractic primary. In so many ways, it’s as shocking as beating a sitting president in a primary, something that’s so hard to do, Teddy couldn’t pull it off with … Read on Macduff...
The Passion of Dwight Schrute
I watched The Passion of the Christ the other night. I’m Jewish and I’ve had this itch to see it and judge for myself whether it was anti-semitic.
Sure enough, most of the non-pre-Christian Jews in the movie are weasels. … Read on Macduff...
My walrus blues
This past weekend I was at a “family camp” near Yosemite. My wife and I bunked with another couple. A delightful couple. The woman lent us bug juice. Can you imagine that? A complete stranger. “My bug juice is your … Read on Macduff...
What the kids are up to
Disturbing news from the child front. My two lovely, sweet, and yes, borderline angelic children sang me a pair of gruesome songs tonight, both of which ended with Barney the purple dinosaur considerably worse for the wear.
“What the –?” … Read on Macduff...