The Little Words Mean the Most

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Can you see the reclining man and his kneecaps?

Birds in the spring...

...at sunset, in East Lansing, Michigan: industrial mating calls. Or maybe the mating is done and the joy of reproduction is surging through their throats. Musical artillery barrages, thinning out as the warm sherbet sun slides beneath ... and there's the inaccuracy: a sliding sun, not a merry-go-round planet.

It's daffodil season in the gardens

Every day, a fresh bouquet added to the accumulating cascade indoors.

A week at Gramma Jane's

A novel in 4 words

"Gun!" P{ause}. "Simone, 9-1-1."

Listening to the boop-beep of 150 phones

...muting their lines as my webinar for Cause Planet is about to begin...

What greeted me this AM

In Boston. I'd put away my night-owl costume, and arisen pre-dawn to catch the train, to teach at TDC. And as I struggled to pass the security clearance of TDC's office building, Tina showed up. "I can vouch for him." She had TWO pizzas in her hands. For me. In thanks for helping her with a direct mail appeal. She'd bought the pies from a bar in Randolph, where she grew up; just over the border from Holbrook, MA, where I'd grown up. My favorite aunt was the bar maid at that particular pizza place. As far as I was concerned -- and I've dined heavily on the tasty pizzas of Mediterranean France -- this obscure bar made the best pizza on earth. Because it was the first pizza on earth I'd ever tasted. Thank you, Tina!!!

I know one thing for sure about life

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Between 6-ish and 8-ish I call...

...it the "creative hour" or hours. Tweets, aphoristically yours. Social media intrusions. Website updates. Touch-ups to projects that need just 15 minutes' work for the moment. "Sponsored by" the Cocktail Experimentation Association of America. Big fans of my work.

Worst winter ever?

I can accurately report that mosquito season in Rhode Island has begun, as of March 12, 2012.