People still debate whether the writers of Lost knew what they were doing and what that finale was about. Sometimes I put on Desmond saying I’ll see you in another life and see if that inspires writing. Sometimes I add the theme to Life and Death and let it take me somewhere too. It has… Continue reading I’ll See You In Another Life
The Invisible Man At Happy Hour
Sometimes you get to play the invisible man at a happy hour and sometimes you get to play it at a Purim carnival. Been one hell of a week filled with changes, full moon type activity and a sense that something more is coming along. I could tell you about the thirty something who didn’t… Continue reading The Invisible Man At Happy Hour
Your Dad Got His Hands Dirty
Sometimes a conference call gets canceled and is replaced a by a mandatory meeting during which you receive news that takes a few days to process or so I have heard. That’s tied to the post from yesterday but unless you know me you probably wouldn’t have picked up on it. Took a half dozen… Continue reading Your Dad Got His Hands Dirty
What If You’re Waiting For My Call
I knew a girl who liked to garden but only if she wore gloves because she didn’t want to get her hands dirty. Her father didn’t mind dirt on his hands nor did he care if they got greasy because working with them brought as much pleasure as working with his mind. Something in the… Continue reading What If You’re Waiting For My Call
