Tales from Easement Acres
Most dreams are nightmares. Presumably, when central command shuts down for the night and the brain enters maintenance mode, it’s an opportunity to run disaster simulations and generate contingencies. The trouble is, my dreams rarely generate anything much grounded in reality, and tend to dwell on bad memories instead. All that accomplishes is aggravating my …
I don’t think anyone’s conditioned from a young age to enjoy clothes shopping. For many, if the cruelty of the hand-me-down experience can be avoided, the alternative is to accompany mother to a store no one wants to be in and waste an entire weekend day arguing over style preferences and cost. The end result …
I was watching No Reservations recently and noticed that Anthony was eating some kind of mollusk in a long straight shell. He described it as a razor clam. This is an unremarkable observation in and of itself. However, the shell was very familiar to me, and I eventually pieced together why. I was in an …
As one of the many confused participants of the American democracy, I never quite understood how Trump was ever allowed to exist. Sure, I understand humanity’s history is rife with political leaders who embody despotism, but even with our collectively short memory, the names are not forgotten, nor do they fail to invoke derision: Mao, …
The standard human driver is just…bad. There’s unintentional bad (not a day goes by that the local news doesn’t report that some old fuck drove into a building!) There’s negligent bad (always cellphone-related.) And of course there’s always been asshole bad (the college kids are starting to show up for the summer.) I fully admit, …