Category Archives: Philosophical
The Post with No Title
Today was a fine old day. After little one finished her classes for the day, I took Dylan to Home Depot in our truck so he could buy stuff too big to fit in his car. We ate a little … Continue reading
I Suppose 5AM
I think the reason 5AM often turns out to be a good time to write here is because I have had a few minutes alone with my thoughts and feel more peace than during the rest of the day when … Continue reading
Bonfire Night
When I lived in the UK I became familiar with Bonfire Night, the 5th of November, when the whole country seems to be set ablaze with fireworks, fires in people’s yards, and copious amounts of alcohol, not that the Brits … Continue reading
Conner O’Mally and The Little People
AS I carried on with Joe Pera’s work, I inevitably found his skits with the Conner O’Mally character. I was bummed about the “How To Make It In USA” series. Deep psychological garb out to the side, I’ll just say … Continue reading
A Cup of Joe Pera
I forgot to put the garbage out yesterday afternoon, so I ran it out first thig this morning. Here’s where I have to admit that I don’t often get outside so early, and I forgot how beautiful mornings are. There … Continue reading
Rambling from 1AM to 6AM on the Thought Train
I think it was around 1AM when I woke up this morning. I had to run down to the usual place I like to go that time of day. Only a couple of minutes later, after putting a couple of … Continue reading
Philosophy
I was having a good talk with one of the boys yesterday, discussing education, and life, and things one can spend one’s time doing. Philosophy as a study came up. I am thinking about what I told him I thought … Continue reading
Cast Iron
I have a collection of cast iron pans that I have assembled since coming back to America eleven years ago. I had to learn all about cast iron pans and their care in the time since then, and doing so … Continue reading
Writing
I can journal, and I can chronical, but to write creatively, I have lost all function. I think I can still do the time keeping because I do still practice it here sometimes. But I never was much of a … Continue reading
Roads
When I was four years old my mom put me on a plane from Sacramento to Los Angeles, where I was picked up by my grandparents, then the next fay we took a flight from there to visit his family … Continue reading