I recently remembered that I have a whole section on this blog titled ‘Tales Beyond the Statute of Limitations’, where I was hoping to recount all my past, ehhhmmm, extra-curricular activities. I’ve never actually posted anything there, that I remember. Frankly, my life has been rather on the dull side, and so that would not…
Category: Past Adventures
Being the ghost
It is not that love sometimes makes mistakes, but that it is, essentially, a mistake. We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfections on to another person. One day the phantasmagoria vanishes, and with it love dies. Ortega y Gasset I learned long ago that after about high school, no one really cares…
Medical tourism! A comparison.
One of my biggest gripes about the United States was the broken medical system. When I was last living there I was perhaps straddling the poverty line too hard, and I found myself entirely without medical insurance. As always, it is exactly when you don’t have a safety net that you realize just how sharp…
Adventures in Hemingway and Geohegan
It seems to me like we cannot help but look for meaning in our lives. That is something that is hard-wired into our DNA, and I am sure there are scientist who can explain it better than I can (a look at this is found in Yuval Noah Harari’s excellent Homo Sapiens, although I think…
The Story of Kevin
Gather around kids, it is story time. All those recent adventures at the restaurant reminded me of other times I was working in the food industry. I then remembered that I never recounted the story of Kevin on this blog, and decided that I had to rectify that. In the early months of 2014 the…
How to know what you don’t want in life: Or the great Suburban Staycation (Part 3)
(Confused? This post (which I am now starting to regret considering that it seems like the post that will never die) is a continuation of a longer story I started here and continued here) I had assumed that the next morning’s sobriety would have broken the spell, but it seemed only to reinforce it. I woke…
How to know what you don’t want in life: Or the great Suburban Staycation
I don’t normally think there is any point whatsoever in telling most stories out of order. There might be some reasons to do it, but those reasons are few and far between. This story for the most part can be told chronologically, but I have come to realize that I sound like an asshole if…
Locus Horribilis 