Posted on August 7, 2003 in Book of Days
“What saint are you named after?” the kids would ask me. We checked the hagiographies. No St. Joel in there.
Posted on August 7, 2003 in Blogging
Is no one alive out there?
Posted on August 7, 2003 in Journalists & Pundits
The statements made about MoveOn were blatantly and prejudicially wrong.
Posted on August 7, 2003 in Humor?
I heard this joke first during the Nixon Administration. Then again during the Reagan Administration.
Posted on August 7, 2003 in Class
The moon is an apt emblem for this sterility that exists “up there beyond the clouds” of disinformation. It’s a dead planet, lifeless. No rain falls from the moon, so where’s the trickledown? It’s not getting to us.
Posted on August 7, 2003 in Poems
A dwarf
short back, long legs
properly extended
down below, abbreviated
above.
Posted on August 6, 2003 in Book of Days Loneliness
That would have to be “One is the loneliest number”, punching its repeated note, reiterating its theme.
Posted on August 6, 2003 in Childhood Writing Exercises Writing in Orange
Vacations, I told my father, weren’t for work.
Posted on August 6, 2003 in Fact-Dropping
I guess arguing over whether the fifth or the sixth is like arguing over when it is Easter. Tell you what: I’ll do it on the fifth and you do it on the sixth and we’ll say it is every bit as holy for one to choose the one and the other the other
Posted on August 6, 2003 in War
To what are we comparing history? Conjectures about “what might have been”.
Posted on August 6, 2003 in Appeals and Goodwill War
Acts of Conscience is calling on bloggers to remember the 58th anniversary of the bombing of Nagasaki. Blogging about Hiroshima Day was disturbingly sparse: it is asked that you remember the cost of the decision to destroy this city and the continuing threat of nuclear annihilation and world war in the present day.