Yearly Archive: 2006

Now in the final days of a 16-day work marathon, I’m about to have time to think and write again. Until then, a subject that just makes me sad, courtesy of Ze Frank (note:...

Note to the makers of JIF: I have a pretty cute kid that really enjoys the making and subsequent eating of peanut butter cookies. Just sayin’ is all.

It’s pre-autumn in South Carolina. At 4am on my back porch, it’s 52 degrees and a breeze makes it feel even a little more chilly. Ten hours ago, I put the kid in our...

I’ll be the first to admit, I have the hottest wife on the block. What’s more, within the view of my home office, I haven’t seen anything so arousing as what I can find...

…we’re headed down the stream of conciousness. The weather changed overnight. I drove down the kind of road you only know if you grew up on a city’s fringe. Back in Missouri, it was...

“Some people pray. I don’t and this is one of those times I wish I did.” Rapid Eye Reality, September 11, 2001 *** I sat at a traffic light today. I had to sit...

“…you once said in a post that no one wants to hear you write about your kids. What can I say, it’s a more interesting topic to me than poker.” –comment from previous post...

A couple of days ago, I read a review of Nick Cage’s “The Wicker Man” in which the reviewer wrote, “‘The Wicker Man’ is a screenwriter’s fever dream; I couldn’t make this up if...

I never thought I would write this, but I think Nekesa Mumbi Moody is an idiot. I had no reason to expect to unleash my vitriol on Moody. First, I have never read anything...

I’ve never known whether I’m qualified to review or recommend, but in recent months, I’ve become a fan of certain things that I feel compelled to share with the class. Footwear Ecco shoes–I’ve never...

I am 32 years old.My dog is seven years old.My marriage is six years old.My son is two years old. Rapid Eye Reality is five years old today. I was in the process of...

It started like most important events in history–over a pan full of marinara sauce. Actually, the marinara was to my right, simmering on my flat top range. I was mixing some baby spinich with...

Grandpa lived in a house that smelled like pipe smoke and old books. His wife, a one-eyed lady named Ruby, sat forever in the corner of the couch, reading and marking out the author’s...

We were packing to go to a wedding when my wife’s cell phone rang. We didn’t answer. We were in a hurry. When the house phone rang a few minutes later, we didn’t answer...