Hey! I Procreated! Part 4 – Business Time

If you were me between 1985 and 1993, you watched a bit of TV here and there. By “a bit” I mean 9 hours a day, and by “here and there” I mean anywhere that had outlets and a floor. Of the hundreds of shows I digested during that time, every single one aired an episode […]

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Hey! I Procreated! Part 3 – The Wait

Nine months is a long time. Long enough to create new mental constructs. It’s long enough, for instance, to start to feel as if you’re not really about to begin caring for a tiny little life form which has never even existed before and who needs to be taught literally everything about anything. Nine months […]

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Hey! I Procreated! Part 2 – Fear

There is a sharp, somewhat vicious edge to childbirth that people don’t acknowledge. I guess any venture that has a high level of risk vs. reward has such an edge, but with childbirth it’s different. Problems could be permanent, and you have absolutely no control over them. No one likes to talk about fear. Few […]

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Hey I Procreated! Part I – Plus Means Pregnant

Of course we knew how it worked. Two children of the Eighties couldn’t not know how it worked. When Erica on Degrassi High gazed down at that plastic stick and the camera zoomed tight on her dread-filled face, we knew how it worked. When Maggie told Danny Noonan that she was “late for not being […]

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The Amateur Psychologist Does Stuff

It usually just starts with an idea.  A fixation that embeds itself in my mind until an array of synaptic fireworks explode, leaving my mind coated in the ashen goo of micro-obsession.   “Bread.”  It’s a thing, yes, but it’s also an idea:  seeds are sown.  Fine.  Wheat is harvested.  I get that.  Grind it up, […]

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The First Great MLS Supporter Chant

I couldn’t resist posting this.  Well done, Salt Lake:

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The ‘Old’ Embrace

I’m a big fan of old.   I listen to records, I love ruins (urban, archaeological or otherwise), enjoy leather bound books, and if I could afford a 1968 Volvo, I would drive a 1968 Volvo.  There are lots of kinds of old, though, and most of them are, rightfully, lost to history.  Mass consumptive […]

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