Time is not money. This was, I admit with some embarrassment, an epiphany.  I have a job, and I'm earning money, but I want time.  We sell our time for money, but whoever has time has more than someone who has traded the same time for any amount of money.  So they are not members of the same . . . (More)

  I took my seat on the bus, as bus riders do, and folded up and tucked between the side of my seat and the wall was a Post-It NoteŽ.  I present it without evaluation or correction. 2009: it's 2009 the same old fucking story Fed Poison by our people to Protect a major company Jus . . . (More)

  I seem to be capable of being annoyed by the smallest things, even as the big things seem to become easier to reconcile to. There has recently been - at least here in the United States of Yee-Haw! - a remarkable up-tick in the number of commercials using jangly, acoustic guitar indie-rock cuts . . . (More)

 I remember, shortly after 9/11, the TV was on.  And wasn't it always on?  No airplanes, but plenty of TV.  Apparently, that is what we do.  I don't say that it's bad or good; I say that it is what we do, now that we are the people that we have become.  An off-screen announcer said, behind plain . . . (More)