Wanting Contacts

“Only… only… wanting contact.” – Peter Gabriel, I Have the Touch I used to wear these humongous glasses. And when I say humongous, I mean seriously LARGE, like they took up two-thirds of my face. At least I had peripheral vision, I used to tell people, so I could make light of it. Then my … Continue reading Wanting Contacts

@world: my life sucks. i feel bad for myself and you should too #selfpityrules

I don’t pity myself, although I easily could. I mean, I haven’t done half the things I said I would do by age 36, and AARP is offering me numerous discounts through the mail (anyone want a $10 subscription to This Old House?), a sure sign of decline. Yet, I don’t pity myself for one … Continue reading @world: my life sucks. i feel bad for myself and you should too #selfpityrules

Hip to Be Square

The cool people are all listening to Mumford and Sons, heads bobbing and weaving to their stylish, if misunderstood, rhythms and lyrics. The cool people are all going to see Les Misérables and are finding it a musically profound experience, then going to see it again with a different group of cool friends. The cool … Continue reading Hip to Be Square