A faith like Al Capone’s: a gun and a smile will get you farther than just a smile. A vision like Charlie Manson’s: love is all you need, “love” spelled “K-N-I-F-E.” A discipline like John Gotti’s: well-dressed, cracking jokes and heads, bragging and daring you to try it. A truth like George Armstrong Custer’s: if you charge […]
“Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be angels in disguise.”
After after getting to know an old tramp back in the nineteen seventies, I decided to write the following story…
I walked into the autopsy room at the beginning of the day to find a body awaiting my undivided attention which had been found in the woods above the neighbouring village where I grew up. I was equally shocked and saddened. It was my childhood friend Dhobi.
Back then most of the kids in our village were merciless towards him, throwing stones, shouting obscenities. None of them knew the simple gentle man hidden beneath the grime the way I did.
I was the only kid who didn’t pick on him. There was something very special about this loner who had shunned society for the woods. Never once did I wonder why he lived the way he did, nor did he ever offer an explanation. Dhobi was a man…
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Happy Monday! My top ten list of articles for writers is hot off the press. This week I chose general writing subjects, not so much focusing on scifi or fantasy genre as I usually do. Sometimes it is good to break things up. I hope you enjoy this week’s selection.
by Sven A. Bjorke, Feb 2017
The sail ship era did not end because of a lack of wind, but because better alternatives were found. The fossil fuel era will end when better alternatives are available. It is happening now.
Oil and coal-billionaires, petro-tyrants and extreme Islamists live high on fossil fuels. These men are willing to do anything; start wars and destroy the future of their own grandchildren, to delay the inevitable shift from the fossil fuel paradigm to the sustainable development paradigm.
The world’s largest (1) oil-exporters: President Putin and the Saudi royal family, in close cooperation with US oil executives and the OPEC regimes, are fighting with their backs against the wall. The green shift (2) has begun, and oil prices will never return to the high altitudes (3). After a possible short-lived upturn the next two or three years, the price…
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I see a saucer of milk
skimming the treetops,
I see over a dozen twin droplets
shaken from a pair of whiskers
and my heart
I see the icicle stars
diamanté paw prints
padding across the whole sky,
I see a half-smile
soon to be a grin
and I swear I see the moon slumping
heaving a contented sigh.
I see with my heart
as well as my eyes,
maybe that’s why
tonight of all nights
the earth seems so very
if only my tongue were long enough
to drink every last sight up,
and if only I were tall enough
to reach out and give the world
the truest beauty …
On that rainy windswept night, when we took shelter under a leaking bus stop,
shivering as invisibles, scratched out of this world’s pitiless sight.
We spoke at length, as the buses passed us by,
we bared our souls to each other, as strangers often do,
laughing about how we roamed these avenues without a clue.
We spoke of excruciating truths, of life’s random cruelty, of our hopes and of our dreams, of our small joys and of our fears,
as we stood under that leaking bus stop, the rain streaking down cheeks that were salty with tears.
I barely saw you, and you could hardly see me, in the rain and in the fog,
as we laughed and cried together, sharing feelings of being swamped in life’s quicksand tugging bog.
We spoke so much that rainy night, we shared what we could not share…
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…the phrase, ‘there are only seven story plots’ is an old chestnut, averred by alleged ‘literary’pundits over the years… I’m not convinced, but my take on it is a bit broader… even if the assumption of the surreptitious, silvery, slippery seven is correct… how does it explain the millions of books, novels and stories that have filled our libraries and bookshops for the past coupla thousand years?… p’raps the not-so-secret clue is in the actual ‘telling’ of the story… ask any theatre performer what differentiates a great performance from a merely good performance, and they will say “it’s in the ‘business’ on stage”… in other WURDS, “it’s the way they tell ’em”… such it is with any great book…
…granted, there are those authors whose use of vocabulary is outstanding, but even the simplest unfolding of a narrative can contain that magical element that glues readers’…
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EXCELLENT AND EXCITING NEWS! Just in time for summertime reading! Mine is on the way!
Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies by Barb Taub. Reviewed by Gabriel Constans.
Okay, this is a seriously funny collection of essays and columns about mothering, children, and relationships. Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies presents insights and experiences, with which the author decided were better to laugh about than to cry over. All to the readers’ benefit. Not only is she able to have a laugh at the families past expense (and present), but she does so with insight and knowledge that only a super-mom would understand. If you are ready to cut loose for a big dose of parenting reality, check out this gem.
The chapter titles alone give a hint of what’s in store for those lucky enough to get there own copy. “Serial Kid-Producer Reveals Top 10 Reasons Not To Have Kinds”, “Penis Envy Or…
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Thanks Cristian for this valuable reminder.
What did the “b” represent? Maybe, breakfast? No, it stood for “burgers.” What a letdown. IHOb, nee IHOP’s decision, to enter the burger wars was a real head-scratcher.
How will this play out? There’s too much competition already. They kept the “International House of” prefix.
Will they be offering burgers revved up with salsa, pizza sauce, blue cheese, jalapeno, and the like?
At the recent G7 summit, Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s eyebrows, were the topic of conversation in some circles. Were they real or fake?
Inspired by the Duchess of Sussex, Meghan Markle’s complexion, there were some that aspired to tattooed freckles.
On the home front, my dogs no longer sported their pouty faces, after monthly flea, heartworm, and tick treatments. Forgive and forget. That’s one of the reasons why I liked my dogs more than most people.