Sorry I'm Not From Around Here Section :: Page 3

  • BLOG – Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra

    What's going on inside that head?

    Basically, nobody understands anybody, not really. We’re all thrown together and expected to figure out what’s going on in somebody else’s head, just by the words that they employ. It isn’t until you really need to understand or be understood that you realize that words are paltry tools.

  • BLOG – Christmas! Now with Sound Blaster!

    "Mom, this means nothing to me."

    I can never apologize to my parents for all the household items I destroyed over the years. More importantly, I can’t really say how sorry I am for all the sassy looks, and even sassier words, with which I have presented them. And which, if I’m honest, I continue to present.

  • BLOG – The apprentice

    walking

    Musings about my toddler’s role at the News office. And some gratuitous baby pictures.

  • BLOG – Happy Halloween, everybody

    napoleon halloween

    When I was a kid, Halloween was a holiday that could not make up its mind: there were ghost stories, which introduced us to the dark mystery, the tingling awe and fear of things unseen, the whisper of the possibility of life after death. There was also the jubilant promise of candy, one unbridled night […]

  • BLOG – Cider Town

    tasting

    For your edification (or maybe just to kill some time) Anthony and I taste our two favorite ciders, and then tell you about them. All free of charge.

  • BLOG – There’s everybody!

    THUMB_Blog

    A brief(ish) post on the latest in the Yellow Springs Reading Series.

  • BLOG – Where is everybody?

    THUMB_Blog

    Come out of hiding, writers and the people who love writers! Come out and support your fellow dreamers and schemers, your fellow poets and storytellers.

  • BLOG — One year

    rice face

    This time last year, I didn’t know that, in a week, everything I knew about everything would turn out to be nonsense.

  • BLOG — Anonymous

    Looking down on Chi-town.

    I’m still relatively unknown when I walk down the street. But there are some people who know my name now. And there’s something a little scary about that.

  • BLOG – What does my voice look like?

    Tony Powers and Debra Wilburn in the YSAC Gallery.

    A multitude of voices, a variety of mediums.

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