Monday, June 10, 2013


So, yesterday, I get asked, "What sign are you?"

I give my typical answer, which is, "Since you know me, why don't you tell me what sign you think I am?"

What followed was a 20-minute guessing game in which 3 people began to speculate about my personality & its relationship to the stars and planets. 10 guesses were made as to my astrological sign.

In what seems like a mathematical anomaly, all 10 guesses were wrong.

"I'm a Leo," I finally divulge.

"Oh, that makes sense," I get told.


Do I Have A Sign On My Head?

It just happened again:

I'm in Home Depot, shopping for a new patio shade. I'm dressed in a blue t-shirt and shorts, no orange apron, no name-tag.

But this guy looks at me while pointing at an umbrella, and he asks, "How many colors does this come in?"

"I'm sorry," I say. "I don't know."

"Can you ask someone?"

"I don't actually work here," I reply.

"Well, why didn't you just say so?" the guy says.

I apologize again and go on my way.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

A Poem That Kicked My A$$

I love poems whose music contains both profundity and specificity.

This poem, "All You Know," by Carol Ann Davis does just that, so go read it and then come back and tell me about it.

It moved me. I hope it moves you. But I'm perfectly willing to be wrong about that.