Archive for May, 2007

That which we call a rose…

Sunday, May 6th, 2007

Sometimes I miss my old sketch comedy days. There’s something special about being on stage with a group of friends who have poured their free time into creating entertainment, working to find out if those lines you’ve been honing are as funny as you hoped. It can be pretty magical to feel the chemistry of [...]

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Writing: a cruel mistress

Saturday, May 5th, 2007

The part of my brain that is good at math behaves like a puppy. It has always come to me whenever I’ve called, and it’s happy to do anything I ask it to do. Estimate the cost of these groceries and calculate tax? Explain the quadratic equation to an 8th grader? Fetch your slippers? No [...]

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Should I be more afraid?

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

I went to the post office yesterday to drop off a writing contest entry. But this isn’t a post about the virtue, or lack thereof, of writing contests. The thing that really struck me was noticing how the counter was completely walled-off with bulletproof glass. Each window had an airlock-like structure in which a customer [...]

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