Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
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Sir @ May 21, 2012 # No Comment Yet
I had forgotten how lovely Cambridge could be on clear winter nights. England, being very old and terribly British, has a way with chilly evenings that few other places I’ve been can match. It was the second week of January and I’d returned to my former stomping grounds to present some of my research to [...]
Sir @ April 19, 2012 # 5 Comments
I believe that all of the demons dancing around infernos, waving their pitchforks above them and rejoicing in our destruction, reside in our psyche and constitute the perpetual hell of our own making. Love balances on a knife’s edge, teetering between the divine and the aforementioned inferno. If we think too much about what’s at [...]
Sir @ April 12, 2012 # No Comment Yet
Even the slightest introspection illuminates in us the understanding of our frailty and how little control we have over our fate. This is a burden gloriously lacking in many celebrities and politicians, who are arguably better off because of it. Perhaps they should be envied their ignorance. Or not. In any case, this lack of [...]
Sir @ April 5, 2012 # One Comment
I have a history of ambition. Superficially, this history appears to be replete with success and the happiness that generally accompanies it. I have a lot of framed stuff from people and places, some of it signed by individuals thanking me or wishing me luck in the next whatever. Others are awards or their reminders, [...]
Sir @ March 29, 2012 # One Comment
Dear Steve Kawasaki, My shrink felt that it might be beneficial to send a note to someone from the outer circles of my acquaintanceship describing a recent breakthrough I had in my latest rectal shock therapy session. I think my therapist is giant douche, but he assures me that I’m making progress on his buying [...]
Sir @ February 23, 2012 # 3 Comments
‘There is nothing in the world that you can’t do if you want to badly enough.’ Her father had told her this with such frequency as she grew up that at some point it became her default approach to life. This isn’t to say that she was an unfettered success. Far from it. Failure was [...]
Sir @ February 16, 2012 # 7 Comments
When his nephew found the body, his eyes alighted upon a piece of paper on his uncle’s now still chest that read, ‘The note is on the desk to your left.’ Turning to his right and walking to one of the two large oak desks in the room, he found another note that read, ‘Your [...]
Sir @ February 9, 2012 # 2 Comments
The stream looked exactly as it always had. Her grandfather’s hand felt no different than she remembered and the low baritone of his voice made her feel as safe is it always had. Nothing had changed. And yet, it all felt unreal. “I’m eleven,” she said aloud in a bewildered sort of way. “I’ve been [...]
Sir @ December 22, 2011 # 3 Comments
Since I don’t have the mailing addresses of everyone who reads my online drivel, allow me to provide all of you with the holiday letter that everyone whose address I do have received. Pretend that you received this sandwiched in a square card displaying a close-up of Santa’s face done in sort of a non-threatening [...]
Sir @ December 15, 2011 # 3 Comments
‘The heart is the brightest’, she said. Reclining in the summer night, eyes cast north, she began outlining the constellations for the boy she loved. Aligning her arm on Serpens, she pointed to the east and west, describing the head and the tail of the serpent coiled around the body of Ophiuchus. ‘The Romans called [...]