Month: October 2013

Before We First Met…

I wrote this poem upon hearing this song, and keeping in mind the piece of flash fiction that was written the other day. That’s about it.  It’s a happy completion of my self-imposed 31-Day Challenge.  Enjoy. Before we first met, before I first fell for you, lamp light had paved the way along the river…

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Adirondack Mountain Casino? No.

Let’s get political. I made a stink on Twitter yesterday about deforestation in the Adirondack Mountain area regarding a casino and otherwise.  Yes, you can call me a tree hugger, but the environment is important to me.  Before man evolved on Earth, there was nature and nothing but nature.  Yes, I believe in evolution; sure,…

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Another Pub Story

This is just a short piece of fiction.  After reading Fool on the Hill by Matt Ruff and having a pint at The Old Toad in Rochester, I felt compelled to write a flash fiction stream of conscious scene.  Thanks have to be given to Ken, who is a mentor with improv, because I considered his…

The Old Toad -- Rochester, NY

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Ithaca

A couple months ago friends asked me if I would like to join their book club.  A month after, the discussion of The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz occurred over good food and grog.  In between then and yesterday, we were to read Fool on the Hill by Matt Ruff. The novel, which…

The Suspension Bridge

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The Grand Budapest Hotel

The other night I pulled a typical Dr. John Dorian, and I brought out my Inner C.M. (well, kept it in).  I exclaimed, “For shame!”  A couple friends questioned the new film by Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel, which isn’t scheduled to come out until next year.  Well, call me a slacker– [“Slacker!”] (Very good!) –since I haven’t…

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Mind. Blown.

Sometimes you have to step back for a moment, and your physical location does not matter.  You have to put things into perspective. Sure onlookers and those who pass by will look at you, well, differently; however, that shouldn’t really matter.  Things are going well, and you don’t know what to do with yourself.  Life’s…

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Caving In

The Beach Boys sing: “There’s a world where I can go and tell my secrets to, in my room…” So, guys, here we go. Quite often, I am asked–this is most often requested of me through comments marked as spam–about the incredible design of my blog. Comments and requests, some more spam, have asked me…

Cooperstown Brewing Bathrooom

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