Oops. You won’t believe this. But I lost all the words I needed to write to you. I sat down to tell you all kinds of crazy things. And I put on the right kind of music – Art Tatum, this time – to make me think about writing to you. I even re-arranged my desk so that everything would feel and look like it should feel and look when I’m thinking about writing all kinds of crazy things for you. I removed, for example, the old and curling sticky-note from my monitor that said “Memo to Self: Annoy Daughter.” My daughter has a similar one. It just reads a little differently.
But I couldn’t find the words to the stories I wanted to tell you. They were just gone. Lost, perhaps, in the whirlwind of wintry activities. I’ll bet I lost them while shoveling the snow. Or skiing in it. Or while plowing snow with the horses. Or when I hooked them to the sleigh. Or was it when I relented to my daughter’s pleas to “skip school” and play outside with her yesterday.
Whatever. I just can’t remember where I left those words.
Perhaps they just don’t matter.
Indeed.
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Enough words, enough sentences! O Real life,
Artless and unmetaphored, be mine.
Come into my arms, sit on my lap.
Come into my heart, come into my lines, my life.
– Valery Larbaud (from: “Music After Reading”)
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Oh wait, here are some words:
- Hillary Clinton is a phony.
- Obama is kind of eerie slick.
- Edwards is such a good lawyer that I feel like he’s “lawyering” me constantly.
- The Dems caved. Again and again (FISA, war spending). Yawn.
- Huckabee is a lunatic.
- Romney is a robot.
- Bernie Sanders has disappeared.
- Jim Douglas needs longer pants.
- I bought this book last weekend: “An Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England.”
I re-read Christopher Hitchens’ “A Long Short War,” and laughed hysterically when he wrote in April 2003 that “the war is indeed stopping.” Thanks, Hitch. You silly caricature, you.
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Please
By Nanao Sakaki
Sing a song
or
Laugh
or
Cry
or
Go away.
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Charles Grodin’s John Stewart media moment:
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And here’s one of my sister-in-law’s latest paintings. It’s called “Swan Choker,” by Elizabeth Zechel.

enough with the nepotism
As Chevey Chase would say: I’m in Seven Days and you’re NOT.
You need to get arrested again. There you go–a ner Super hero: ARRESTEDMAN.