Winter “Buzz” scene

The snow was deep, some drifts as high as 15 feet. 20140213_094247He made a cave and sat there alone. The walls were more blue than white. He stretched his legs legs out and watched his breath float in clouds, listening to his snowsuit crinkling and then the shifting and cracking of the snow.20140213_095949He heard steps, his father and Mr. Wylie.

“Huson had a break-in?”

“They went after his motor, chained to his Ski-Doo. Cut the goddamned thing off.”20140213_093923

“I heard they were in Reynolds’ place last week.”

“Left the door wide open. Ruined the floor.”

“They catch anyone?”20140203_190741

“Kids, goddamn good-for-nothings.”

Their voices vanished. He stared at a tiny animal trail going into a frozen hole. He only saw the animals dead on the road, frozen and squashed. 20140209_192120

Little Bag of Popchips

The little bag of Popchips was a brilliant blue, shiny and wonderful; she reached out with a finger, pulling at the edge.

“Looking at our agendas…” The principal was young, wide eyed. “You’ll see we have a lot to get through. A lot.”
She touched the bag, turning it in closer; she loved Popchips, how they were light and baked.
“This is our first draft of the policy document.” The principal spoke in staccato, her words bulging with excitement. “Our team has put a lot into getting this together. A lot. And now we need your feedback.”
She read the top line and then turned the page, flicking the edge of the little bag. She scanned the page; it looked fine. She reached for the little bag crinkled, but it crinkled. She snapped her hand back.
Her pair-share buddy was checking his messages.”What do you think?”
“It looks fine.”
He slid the policy document under his phone.
She pulled at the edges of the little bag; it wouldn’t open.
“Are we supposed to write on it?”
“I don’t know.”
She tried again; it crinkled and wouldn’t give.
“Can we all turn to the second page?” The principal asked.
521b9dafc55b5.imageThey all did. They had to find a phrase. And they talked about that. She touched the bag again, her fingers going out and back. She kept doing that; she couldn’t stop.
“We could just delete it,” a small voice suggested from the back.
“We could,” the principal replied slowly.
“Are we going to apply the policy document this year?” Another asked.
“That’s a very good question.” The principal was standing right behind her, the edge of her pant suit descending in a long clean line. “The answer is we just don’t know.”
popchipsShe tried the bag again, pulling the edges out hard, but it wouldn’t give.
“Are we going to finish the agenda?” The first one asked, almost sounding sincere.
“That’s why we wrote it out for you,” the principal replied. “To see if we could get to the end.”
She pushed the bag away, deflated, and her pair-share buddy snapped it open.
images (1)“Oh.”
He went back to his messages.

Still Angry with Philip Seymour Hoffman

I get that Philip Seymour Hoffman had an addiction. I get that he was a sensitive person who ate himself up with his intensity and devotion to his work.

Phillip Seymour Hoffman in "Owning Mahoney"

Phillip Seymour Hoffman in “Owning Mahoney”

And I get that there is a black hole staring back at all of us. 20140131_222323

And I know that there are few, if any, who can match, Hoffman’s talent, his roles in Happiness, Magnolia, Doubt and on stage as Willy Loman.

"Death of a Salesman"

“Death of a Salesman”

But I’m still pissed off at the guy. His death makes me lousy. Not sad. Mad.

Hoffman in "Happiness"
Hoffman in “Happiness”

His energy is gone, fucking gone. I can’t forgive him. Not yet.

And I expect it to be a while before that changes, considering that I’ve yet to forgive Jerry Garcia for his dumb-ass death…18 years back..Jerry Garcia

How Not To Write

I am a little stuck with my writing at the moment. While iI like to use the excuse that I have begun a new teaching job as the reason for my procrastination, the truth is that I will do anything to avoid the page.

I will shovel. 20140209_123928Chop up the ice on the driveway. 20140209_115229Do the dishes.20140209_113620Burn the garbage. 20140209_113409Sweep out the ant. 20140209_113854I will even watch Mitt Romney iron his sleeve. (A ridiculous film by the way.)Screenshot (773)Anything to avoid opening that document.Screenshot (779)

The Russian Revolution after this Commercial Break

Americans have hyped the Sochi Olympics with anti-glee, reveling in every problem with tweets and drivel. AP_Twin_Toilets_bc_140202_16x9_992While they have perhaps begun to tone down their ritualistic vitriol for the opening ceremonies, they can’t let go of old prejudices.

Promised NBC commentators Lauer, Viera and Remnick,during the opening ceremonies, “The Russian revolution coming up after this commercial break…”0207-SOCHI-OPENING-CEREMONY_full_600“The revolution is probably the touchiest period in Russian history,” they continued. “The turmoil in Soviet society, without ever mentioning the word Lenin.”sochi-4rings-43e35e1df7a0a2018b984580dd41b3d4adab90f6-s6-c30“They are proud of Ladas here,” they moved on. “Unfortunately they became a punchline for the rest of the world.”AP_putin_olympics_sk_140207_16x9_608“This is Vladimir Putin’s Russia,” they concluded. “And he is insisting that we look at the political power of Russia tonight.”37713_G08_W01Look out. Here come the ballet dancers.


Love Portal at 14th Street Station

Lots of people busk in the New York subway, but there is no show like this. 20140204_184902Love Portal is comprised of three guys who dance crazily, bouncing off each other and the walls, in this instance to Steppenwolf’s Born to Be Wild. 20140204_184851 20140204_185003 20140204_185024I have no idea what any of it meant, and I don’t think they were too clear about that either. 20140204_185206Said the guy with pantyhose over his face to the guy in the body-stocking after it was over, “What’s your name again?”

How to Make Rude People Feel Uncomfortable

I went to see Bernardo at The Rock Shop on Friday. The show was awesome.20140131_213140However I was in the back – where the sound is best – and had a couple of people talking in front of me, talking non-stop, their backs to the music. Normally I would tell them to shut up or move, but I am trying to better, kinder version of myself and so employed a different method. I used the flash on my phone. 20140131_220041And it worked, sort of; they hated it – ducking and turning away and stopped for a moment. 20140131_220102But then, after I had done it twice, they went back to talking. 20140131_212759The show still rocked.