The essential worker. Someone who provides essential and life-saving services and items to the public at large during times of social and national crisis. Doctors, nurses, police, firemen, grocery and retail workers, manufacturing that provides medical and life-saving equipment, and who else am I missing? These are the folks continuing to do their jobs at […]Read More Canary in a Coal Mine
Well my week home from work(vacation, not closed…Capitalism, baby) is nearly done. Maybe it’s the fact that I chose to stay home, as opposed to being told I can’t work and I can’t make a living made the week a pleasant one. Read quite a bit, spun a lot of records, created some music, and […]Read More Saturday Isolatin’
I’m not sick(not yet), and neither is anyone in the house(not yet.) What do you do when feeling healthy but you’re locked away in your home like a china doll in grandma’s antique hutch? Well, me being someone who quite enjoys down time and doing down time activities like listening to records, reading books, watching […]Read More Things To Do While Waiting For The Reckoning
I can honestly say in my 46 years on this planet I’ve not experienced anything quite like this Coronavirus pandemic. I mean, it’s not like living in some war-torn part of the world. And I’m not worried about mortars dropping in my front yard, or guerilla soldiers coming to my door forcing me to pledge […]Read More Hi. How Are You?
It seems that life is getting that much closer to the opening 10 minutes of George Romero’s Dawn of the Dead. People screaming and panicking, arguing the science of a major outbreak none of us really understand. People moving at a fast, stressed pace thinking of some kind of escape every moment they’re not escaping. […]Read More Social Distancing : Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Being Quarantined
The two hour delay. It’s merely the promise to a full on cancelled school day. The kid brother to the big kahuna. The best are the two hour delays that are called the night before, which is what we’re currently working with. Phone rings at 7:50pm last night and we answer to a recording from […]Read More Two Hour Delay
Even as a little tyke in Husky jeans I was obsessed with time. How quickly it seems to move, length between one place to the other, the possibility of traveling back and forward thru it, and lamenting its inevitable damage on my person as it moves over me like a metaphorical freight train. I’m not […]Read More Got The Time