Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth
Seventeenth in a series… Continue reading Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth
Author: Dan Seeger
My eyes fall from my head with all the pages read
Sometimes, especially at this time of the year, seeing a movie is liking taking a big spoonful of medicine. Studios notably and notoriously stockpile most of their product that has merit beyond its expected appeal to narrow demographic groups like … Continue reading My eyes fall from my head with all the pages read
It’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a girl on De Chirico Street
Sometimes I’m afraid the only think I can think of to post is Batman. Continue reading It’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a bat, it’s a girl on De Chirico Street
The zero in my hand is nothing to lose
Nineteen. That is the number of times that my old radio movie review show colleague and I have engaged in a yearly showdown to determine which of us is more skilled at predicting the nominees in the six most notable Academy Award categories. Two. That is the number of times we have been equal forecasters, getting the same number of nominees exactly correct. This includes last year, when we each named twenty-four of the thirty nominees. Zero. That is the number of times I have won this annual competition. Again, that number is zero. Nada. Nil. Goose egg. 0-17-2. That … Continue reading The zero in my hand is nothing to lose
Early one mornin’ while makin’ the rounds
Several months ago, my humble vehicle got a new stereo in it. For the first time, my mode of transport is equipped a CD player. Also, I no longer have a cassette deck. This means I have a small brick … Continue reading Early one mornin’ while makin’ the rounds
One for Friday: The Balancing Act, “She Doesn’t Work Here”
When I got to the college radio station two decades ago, I walked through the door as a music neophyte. Or at least a good music neophyte. I’d love to say that I spent my high school years amassing gloomy, … Continue reading One for Friday: The Balancing Act, “She Doesn’t Work Here”
Sober life is a prison, shit-faced is a blessing
Some days I just feel like Drunk Jeff Goldblum. Actually, I feel more like a person who’s trapped in thinking jail. Bless “Videogum” for bringing this to my attention. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Sober life is a prison, shit-faced is a blessing
Great Moments in Literature
“Also other things, material and immaterial: the relentless glare of OR lights; white shoes squeaking over white floors; a housefly contaminating gauze; and all around me, up and down the halls of Women’s Hospital, individual dramas under way. I could sense the happiness of couples holding first babies and the fortitude of Catholics accepting their ninth. I could feel one young mother’s disappointment at the reappearance of her husband’s weak chin on the face of her newborn daughter, and a new father’s terror as he calculated the tuition for triplets. On the floors above Delivery, in flowerless rooms, women lay … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature
I’m not at liberty to say how a secret message came for you today
And now, perhaps the most ridiculous story I’ve shared in any electronic space. First some background: I, like around 12,000 others, am a yearly participant in the world’s largest trivia contest in the sleepy burg of Stevens Point, Wisconsin. Because … Continue reading I’m not at liberty to say how a secret message came for you today
I just can’t find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read
A few months ago, in an attempt to perform a smaller version of a “clean sweep” of our house (the pragmatic advice of that one Australian guy employed by TLC continuously rings in our ears) we unearthed an old Ziploc filled with mementos. Finally, after toting this around for years, the time has come to get rid of these stray bits. This means another of my many exercises in closure through nostalgia. So, the collected items were dumped into a handy box– –and then the process begun by pulling them out one by one. These are the first five items … Continue reading I just can’t find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read
