In the last two, or so, years I have written just over 74,000 words. At a standard rate of conversion that runs to about 296 pages. While I have included the subject of language policing in other work on more than one occasion (Intolerant Me, The End Of Days), I've never specifically dedicated a post … Continue reading Know What I Mean?
I was at work when I found out that Frank Robinson had died. It was not unexpected, as he'd been suffering with bone cancer, but it still landed on me with a weight I didn't anticipate, but perhaps should have. Although not a member of my own inner circle of baseball immortals, Mr. Robinson was … Continue reading Frank Robinson. Not in Need.
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things." That is, as per the King James Bible, the epistle of Saint Paul as spoken to the Corinthians, circa 53 AD. Even as a … Continue reading Jackie: Exception to the Epistle
Driving home today I caught about half of "The Long and Winding Road" on the radio, and experienced the wave of vague melancholy that I'm prone to when listening to the song. Part of that is the movement of the melody between tonic (E Flat major) and it's relative minor (C). The lyrics also play … Continue reading The Song and…