Tuesday, March 31, 2015


My phone camera didn't do it justice, especially since it crossed the entire sky, but this little section looked incredible, like a wave hitting the beach. The smooth front edge was darker grey, and the swirl behind was actually lit up a bit by the morning sun.

Thursday, March 26, 2015



[In her husky Teutonic accent]

How can I now face zee New Yawk street?
Vis out my beloved, whom dis heart did beat,
His shaggiest scowl, dis I much loved it so,
His fur was zee color of late vinter snow,
All him unkempt, like he had just voken up,
And you’d best bring quick, zee catnip cup,
I know I was just pretty face in his harem,
he was zee big king, you just can’t compare him,
to any cat stud, when he slipped from his home,
Ramsingh didn’t know just how far he could roam!
Ten or more ladies he could hit in zee night!
Owwww, what a bundle of scrumptious delight,
I laffs at zat Honig Boo Boo, such an interloper,
When he missed me one night, I was such a moper!
Kama Cat Sutra that he knew quite supremely,
Covered dis body like zee feline Bruce Lee!
But I knew he loved Sarah, he’d go on and on,
Though he said she talked too much of Lebron.
So now all zee pussies, will wail ova and ova,
Very late in zee night for our lost Casanova.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


So, David Crosby hit a jogger. Jogger was hurt, with fractures. But this is how the reporter tells the story?

" Pedestrians are supposed to be on the left side of the road walking toward traffic, Clotworthy said. Joggers are considered pedestrians.

Crosby is known for weaving multilayered harmonies over sweet melodies. He belongs to the celebrated rock group Crosby, Stills & Nash."

Really? His musical style was pertinent in the telling of a traffic accident? Hmmmm.

Sunday, March 22, 2015


I am crying right now. The great Duffy Dean has passed. "Who?," you ask. Those few who read my blog know that he was the Himalayan Sealpoint (I hope I got that right) who was cat partner to my friend Sarah Ramsingh in New York. He was a frequent character in some of my cheeky writing (he even starred in a radio serial), and often served as the foil in correspondence with my friend. I am truly saddened that he fell sick with renal disease. I kept telling him to lay off the catnip-laced martinis and triple margaritas he loved on South Beach while trying to impress his girlfriend Honey Boo Boo. Yes, that one. I know she will be devastated. How I could come to love his leonine locks and sarcastic glance? Despite having never actually been able to hold and scratch him, well, I don't know what it was but I just did. Cute cat charisma. I am going to miss him very much nonetheless, both following his adventures with Sarah, and inventing a few of my own for him. I feel so sorry for Sarah. Already she has been suffering it, but she is not alone in affection and despair for Duff. Just know that he loved you and was lucky you always took him on trips, that of all cats that could have brightened your life, he was the perfect one for this time in your life. Perhaps the loss of Spock was simply too much for him; LBJ's defection from the Heat also took a toll. Go in peace Duffy. Even though Duffy was a lifelong supporter of the Miami Hurricanes, he was secretly a great fan of the South Carolina Gamecocks. I will forever look at his pictures and recall his foolishness, as reported to me. Maybe he is in a Tardis or in cat heaven, but wherever he is I can assure you he will be in the hearts of anyone who got to know him.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Nice Lines, Perez-Reverte

"you could find in the memory of every man the bittersweet shadow of a woman."

"He had stored up enough memories to justify his years."

Arturo Perez-Reverte, The Fencing Master

Monday, March 2, 2015


"Younger writers are always looking for "blurbs," one of the few words that sounds exactly as awful as the crime it's describing." Brian K. Vaughan, Saga, volume 3.