Tag Archives: Linguistic Experiments: Non-fiction

On Disposing of the Bodies

As you know, we have a glare of feral cats living under our house and in the abandoned properties around us.  Since the cats are feral, they often die of causes other than old age.  Because they live in the … Continue reading

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On Ye Olde Medicine Show

Tylenol is a wonder drug.  A headache, a few Tylenol, some water, and a lack of pain.  I love it. I’ve known people who avoid drugs at all cost, whether major or minor, only succumbing to the pharmaceutical lure under … Continue reading

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On Remembering

LEFT BRAIN I don’t do it enough.  And I don’t miss it. That’s not actually true.  Other people talk about memories they have from childhood, or from college, or from last week (perhaps that’s an exaggeration), and I listen.  That’s … Continue reading

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On Going A-Courting

I’ve a friend who recently went to court.  This is her story. Or, to be more exact, it would be her story if I knew exactly what her story was.  Instead, it’ll be my story.  The story of a bystander.  … Continue reading

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On Cameras and Surveillance

I’ve had two friends lose their jobs in the past few months because of work surveillance. What this means is that, in one case, other employees in the same store were making assumptions and, in some cases, concocting lies about … Continue reading

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On the Blood of the Vine

Yesterday, I partook in the now annual bleeding of the vines performed under the direction (and by) the Goode family.  Megan’s dad owns a vineyard in Weimar, Texas, that consists of a few acres on his dad’s property.  It’s about … Continue reading

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Ze blahs

Don’t blame me. Really, don’t blame anyone. Sometimes it just happens.  You get out of bed and when you remove yourself from the shower and peek back into the bedroom, there you are, still cocooned in the covers. All the … Continue reading

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On Striking

ONE I’ve never had a problem with it, really.  You need to stand up for what you want, and if standing up means clogging up the works, throwing wrenches into the gears, removing the cogs themselves so that the machinery … Continue reading

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On Transience and Transients

I’ve lived in Houston now for eight years, and it will soon be the longest I’ve lived anywhere.  The only other place that compares is Yorktown, Virginia, which is the closest I have to a hometown and where I lived … Continue reading

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Production Log: “The Aliens Are Coming!” (Part 3)

So, considering what I’ve talked about over the past few days concerning non-fiction, faulty memory, non-fiction, faulty memory, non-fiction, repetition, and my faulty memory, what exactly does one (i.e. I) do about the problem? The No-Memory-Of-What-I-Was-Like Problem Well, who was … Continue reading

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