Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
Many relationship experts say that the attainment of love is not a sprint, it is a marathon, or hurdles or perhaps a steeplechase for you track and field aficionados. But what happens when you can't get off the starting blocks at the firing of the gun. For Mark Tame his world is about to drastically... Continue Reading →
Living in Canada and in and around the Toronto area I have been exposed to some of Buck 65's music which I generally found to be odd (in a 20th century way), yet inspired in a 'yahhhhh progression' sort of way. Being an avid sports fan with baseball near the top of the list, I... Continue Reading →
"A shipwreck gave a man limitless opportunity to know himself if only he cared to find out. He could always press further, dig deeper, find places no one had mastered. To Chatterton, there always seemed to be opportunity on a shipwreck, even the simple wrecks: the opportunity to confront the problems really worth solving, and... Continue Reading →
You would be lucky if you were to get to your toes if you were counting the amount of beautiful days for a picnic in London, England. When Mother Nature grants you a day with slightly overcast skies and a forty percent chance of precipitation you might as well take full advantage of the offer.... Continue Reading →
"In my life everything was temporary. Love came the least, pain came the most and happiness sometimes didn't come at all. Rage was my only unconditional friend. It moved with me, and slept with me; everywhere I went it was their walking with me as if it did not want to let go of the... Continue Reading →
" ' What other bands were you with, hon?' The tired ostrich spoke slowly. 'I was with The Fuck Yous, and before that I was with Spontaneous Inventions,' I spontaneously invented. 'I knew the Fuck Yous from the Bay Area about ten years ago,' the acoustic guitarist mentioned. Aside from her seam of holes,... Continue Reading →
"There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like drifted leaves. There is no better time to dance again, to make the most out of every crumb of sunlight and warm body and soul with its rays before it falls asleep and becomes... Continue Reading →
"But that's where art comes from, he said: life stories. Art history comes along only much later. That's what art is, he said, the story of a life in all its particularity. It's the only thing thing that really is particular and personal. It's the expression of and, at the same times, the fabric of... Continue Reading →
"Will was convinced that winter semester at Dartmouth was good for only two indoor activities: studying and playing pool. Well, maybe a third, but in Will's limited time on campus, he was still working on the third indoor activity.' It's no wonder you guys are such good students up here,' Will was known to say. 'These winters drive... Continue Reading →
The 1970's brought about many new feelings for a whole number of people across America. To the front of the list was the realization that change was a coming whether you were ready for it or not. For example you have: 1) The traditional male facing the liberation of females through their protestations of their... Continue Reading →
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