Let’s stop dancing around the elephant in the room. It’s the Wuhan Flu (武漢流行性感冒). Actually . . . it’s the Wuhan Kung Flu. SARS COVID-19 is a novel SARS virus similar to the Spanish Flu. As time goes on it seems that it is very, very highly infectious but about as deadly as the seasonal… Continue reading Wuhan Kung Flu
I wrote a post I titled, “Anxiety“. I wanted to be done with it. I am not done with it. I am not over it. Fear touches me in two ways lately. My son, who I don’t usually write about, suffers from anxiety that causes depression for him. This is actual for him. There isn’t… Continue reading Fear
Let me explain the title of this piece. This aphorism, “secrets have a way of getting out,” was in my head as I watched our local TV station report the march on Broad Street because Dumpf was inaugurated. Dumpf’s opposition is desperate for a secret that will kill his ability to be President. The secret… Continue reading Secrets
Who Washed Feet First? And how do you solve a problem like thick-necked people who persist in sin. Nothing has stopped evil. The only thing left is grace.
Some Ray(rob(ert))a Bob back story.
First Posted 20-Apr-2015 Here I am, in my house, in the daylight before my next shift as a rideshare driver. I’ve made a good thing, a mostly stable life living in a rented house, with the inventory that many in the world would call wealth. I have good friends I hang out with. Life is… Continue reading Love Disrupts
First Posted 21-Apr-2015 This happened repeatedly in college. It continues to happen. I meet somebody, there are sparks, chemistry, emotional heat. I want her. I want her to want me. Flirting happens, there are some dates, the moment when it’s soaring violins and time to kiss the girl and . . . it doesn’t happen.… Continue reading Something I’m Bad At
First Posted 04-Jun-2015 A bit of housekeeping before I continue with the post. The featured image in this post is Edward Munch’s, “The Scream“. Munch has been dead more than 70 years so his painting is in the public domain. My copy of his work comes from Wikipedia. Back a few posts ago I wrote… Continue reading These Don’t Co-exist
I took a break from scrubbing the carpet in my living room to type this. Alien puke smells worse than human puke. Robert, who on a whim decides s/he’s Roberta, is asleep in his (?her?) S-10 pickup at the curb outside my house. I have a hard time telling the difference between Robert and Robert(a).… Continue reading The Alien Returns