Masturbation Without Discipline

There, I bet I’ve guaranteed myself 1000 hits that have nothing to do with what’s on my mind here, which is why does so much modern poetry fall into the category of the post title and why do people pretend it doesn’t?
I get this charming little e-mail called the Writer’s Almanac from National Public Radio, [...]

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Cruising for Doppelgangers

Your obd’t svt. unleashed her inner Phantom German last night and treated herself to the latest Hollywood attempt to do justice to German history. It wasn’t bad, once you come to terms with the realization that Tom Cruise might be able to act his way out of a paper bag, if it was wet.
I’ve seen [...]

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T-Shirt Friday

Because Memory Lane is fun.

Nursemyra and her redoubtable fans have a charming tradition here. It made me root through underbed drawers for this one, which I was sure I still had; it’s a one-off custom printed by my notoriously quirky Albino Ex in commemoration of the day he wrapped his mind around the idea that [...]

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Namaste

Just so as not to close the more or less national feel-good holiday of Christmas Eve with a curmudgeonly broadside, I got out a hammer and a masonry nail and went out on my front porch.
The bit I wrote about tea and the Sanskrit greeting namaste reminded me that a couple of months ago I [...]

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Dickweeds With Lousy Priorities

Speaking of leg sleds, Thursday is my usual leg sled workout, the big slammin’ one with stacks of manhole covers, but since the chain takeover my gym hasn’t been open on Christmas Day — something I find completely bogus, since from 1984 up to a few years ago the places I lift have always been [...]

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The Return of Brucie

Brucie, the homicidal leg sled, came through for me again yesterday. It was actually hack squat day, one of those days when I seem to be competing with every civilian in the gym for the equipment. I know we are in America and it’s all about egalitarianism and not being, God forbid, judgmental but sometimes [...]

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Stand By Me

Dear Goddess. I am turning into a stupid, sentimental old woman, because I don’t even especially care to listen to music that doesn’t involve at least a string quartet if not a whole classical orchestra, but half way through this video I was crying like a motherless child. It’s part of that hope thing I [...]

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Camellia Sinensis

I have had a checkered life but my one unwavering passion has been for the modest evergreen known as Camellia sinensis, the tea plant. I was first given a cup of decently brewed tea by a neighbor lady who had no idea what she was doing to me. I was twelve. It was entirely like [...]

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Testicular Acu-Crap

In the course of my respective visible lives (as a gym rat, and as a massage therapist) I’ve been asked a couple of questions repeatedly.
Q: When you’re in the gym working out, don’t you get incredibly turned on by the sight of big chiseled masculine hulks huffing away to either side of you?
A: Um, no. [...]

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This Week’s Bike Book — 12/16/08 (Wolves)

I don’t have the “thing” that some people seem to have about wolves, and touchy-feeliness is just as likely to piss me off as anything, but I am a sucker for a good story, so Clarissa Estes always sneaks up and gets me from behind, dammit.
I don’t even like her incessant lapses into Spanish (the [...]

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