Tag Archives: The Ugly American

On My Limited Experiences With Homelessness (Part 2)

Once you’re buried, how do you dig yourself up? A. In order for me to see myself as homeless, I have to see myself cut off from everyone I know, all my family, all my friends, all my acquaintances, even.  … Continue reading

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On My Limited Experiences With Homelessness (Part 1)

I have never been homeless. I find it really hard to imagine what being homeless would be like. Or maybe I don’t, and that is why homelessness makes me so sad and depressed and torn. In order to be homeless, … Continue reading

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On This Man Making it His Job to Study Such Things

Here’s a film. I suggest watching it through the link rather than on my blog as the screen will be larger.  Since it’s an older film (say 1946, children) it doesn’t take any time at all to download.  Only through … Continue reading

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On How Being a Poet Has Prepared Me For Being Published

Today I read this: “The Confessions of a Semi-Successful Author” In it, a pseudonymous author bewails her fate – pseudonymously – regarding her publishing career which has included several large advances, award-winning books and, except for one book, low-ish sales … Continue reading

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On Things Not Usually Seen During the Normal Course of Events

Namely, shoplifting. I was buying food for my cat parasite today (as well as bodily necessities for myself and Megan) and was leaving the local Kroger, contented, bag-heavy, prepared to walk home and feed my cat parasite before she made … 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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What happened last night (actually, early morning)

was that I was riding my bike back from Poison Girl (a ride of, at most, five minutes, most of it down a main street — Westheimer) and some guys in a red car threw something at me. A drink … Continue reading

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Quick note, and a threat

Ha! Got you to read, diddle-I? So, the NOTE: If you’re interested in my reviews, enjoy reading them, deconstructing them, pointing out my grammatical and theoretical flaws, well, today is your LUCKY DAY since I have a review of a … Continue reading

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The Ugly American

Who is not me (This time (As far as I can tell (Yet))). And he wasn’t quite ugly, by objective standards… as you probably surmise, I’m talking about behavior, not appearance (though behavior quickly modifies appearance). I was angry yesterday, … Continue reading

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No, really, darkness comes

Darkness comes at four pm and everything that had just begun to melt freezes again. I knew this city in the sun, but in darkness shadows soften all edges, refiguring the city not to a labyrinth but to a separate … Continue reading

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