Yesterday, I spied a blue soccer ball on the lawn rectangle between the asphalt and the sidewalk. I thought about stealing it, kicking it, ignoring it, when, from behind me, somebody called me, “Hey, dude!”
While reflecting on the declining manners of pre-adolescent boys–to whom I am neither mister or sir–I turned. I saw a group [...]
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Kicking It.
Posted in Reflection on April 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The Crazies.
Posted in Reflection on March 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Today, during my lunch break, as I relaxed into the plastic backing of a booth at El Pollo Loco, I started reading a novel over my chicken carnitas bowl. Because of the general din and chatter of the lunch hour, I missed a call on my cell phone. I noticed this as I walked out [...]
the present
Posted in Reflection on March 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It is not lost on me, of course, that this should be happening, now, during Lent.
It is also not lost on me that His suffering should envelope mine, and me.
Do
Posted in Reflection on March 2, 2009 | 1 Comment »
It is an ironically imprecise, indefinite word. After all, if the word is to connote some concrete action, such as placing both hands on the ground and lifting your torso and legs into as straight of a gravity-defying line as possible, then why does it have surprisingly little action of its own?
If you try to [...]
Pulitzer’s, Wao’s, and Blank Pages.
Posted in Reflection on November 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am holding the most expensive novel I can remember ever purchasing. A hardcover novel, brand new at 24.95. That may seem odd for an aspiring writer, but it is nevertheless true. The cover is a beautiful off white with a splash of red. I am a judger of books by cover. When a [...]
Babel.
Posted in Reflection on November 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today, as I look at the two-toned map of California, marking the divide between those that would allow a population to live as human beings, and those that would restrict them, rendering them exotics stuck in a glass jar, inviting both the voyeur and the scoffer to come and see, I begin to see why [...]
Scrooging it up.
Posted in Reflection on September 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Forget writer’s block. It gets so much PR, and though it indeed is a reality and a nuisance (and for some, financially disastrous), it is not by far the only problem I’ve run across in my own journey as a newbie writer. So I coin another term: Writer’s greed.
Writer’s greed is the belief that [...]
take a walk
Posted in Reflection on September 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s three in the morning, and I pull the hoodie off its hook near the doorway. I jangle the keys in my pocket to confirm their existence. I spin the iridescent disk on my forefinger. “Meditative,” it says in freehand sharpie. The click of the CD, the snap of the lid, the twist of the [...]
My Gut. Also, Love at First Sigh(t).
Posted in Reflection on June 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I am a believer of (in?) love at first sight.
Not that all loves must begin as such, or that first sights are more significant than the twenty third sight (because they are not). I believe in love at first sight because when I met my wife, I imagined myself to be in love with her. [...]
Beginnings.
Posted in Reflection on June 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Beginnings are never easy, but they must be done. For me, eased into, like putting your bare feet in the sea foam, descending, wave after wave into the soft sand, sometimes tickled by sand crabs or psychological manifestations of crawlies that live underneath the beach.
Then, run back up the sand, the white, hot, burning particles [...]
