Sometimes, I’m an idiot.

Perversion curses those who suffer it to a brutally masochistic fugue of repetition and hurt.

Marina is my type.

A winter night in Vermont – how I sleep best.

I’ve been to a lot of demonstrations in my life, but none more memorable than this one.

I want what I want and I want it now.

Black lives matter. If you “celebrate” the US’s independence day, please, give some thought to what – and how – you are celebrating.

What five DVDs would you bring to your desert island?

This is a post I wrote in 2013. I’m not sure why I never posted it. And, to be honest, I only barely remember H. I suppose I could go back to my e-mails and see what I might be…

In which I describe my “desert island discs,” the records, book, and luxury good I might choose to bring if stranded on a desert island.