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“Swing away, Merrill.”

I submitted a letter to the editor to The Washington Post.

It’s a long shot. But I might as well go for the brass ring before something in this dystopian world kills me.



Ukrainian bravery evokes Auden’s poem

Does anyone else find themselves utterly humbled by the bravery of the Ukrainian defenders — and also by the Russians demonstrating against Putin’s invasion?

There are powerful, evil men in this world. But there are also countless otherwise ordinary people who are both brave and good. I try to remember the latter when I feel troubled by the former. It helps.

I think that this is what W. H. Auden meant when he wrote about Hitler’s invasion of Ukraine’s neighbor, Poland — which started World War II in Europe. (The second world war had already been underway in the Pacific, with Japan’s attacks on  China and Manchuria.)

The poem, entitled “September 1, 1939,” concludes with this:

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

Auden had a hopeful heart, at the end of the day, no matter how well his work portrayed sadness.  I wonder what he would write about the world today.



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Photo credit: 4028mdk09, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

“Barilla!”

Barillaaaaaaaa! I made Farfalle from Barillllaaaaaaaaa!!
And then I stuffed my face
because this pasta tastes
so goooooooooooood!!!!

* — to be sung to the tune of “Maria” from “West Side Story”



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And we still haven’t gotten any flappers yet.

I want flappers, dammit.

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via The Other 98%

THIS GILDED AGE.

More evidence that Slim Jims are a superfood — the box doubles as a handy pen holder.


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I feel frikkin’ GROSS.

Here’s the thing about a healthy diet — you avoid greasy foods.

But then when you DO treat yourself to a precious cheeseburger, you feel like you just drank an oil-slick milkshake with a chaser of cooking spray.

Update — ET TU, CHEESEBURGER?!



I had a haiku included on the Dead Letter Radio podcast!

I’m so happy to have a haiku of mine featured today on Episode 47 the Dead Letter Radio podcast.  (This is a short, special episode dedicated to haiku; it features examples of the short form from more than 30 writers.)

Mine is an untitled haiku about a bleak night this past February; you can hear it at the 9:08 mark right here.

Thanks again to host Taize Jones!



When your Love loves puns.

I’ve finally met a woman whose puns are as every bit as bad as mine are. Now I want to run away with her to Maine.

I want to make her my Maine Squeeze.

Or my sole mate.



It’s 2/22/2022.

If you know me at all, then you know I have to post a picture of Harvey Dent (“Two-Face”) on my blog and social media.

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Cover to “Batman: Two-Face,” Brian Stelfreeze, 1995.  DC Comics.