My Blog is organized by time, my webzine, “Reconnaissance” is organized by category, and this page is a fun-sized snack-pack of delicious, crunchy random posts. Every time you reload the page (Hit F5) you’ll be served six random posts.

Spring Morning

“Where am I going? I don’t quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow- Up on a hill where the pine-trees blow- Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail by, Little ones, baby ones, over the sky. Where am I going? The shadows pass, Little ones, baby ones, […]


Glowing tentacle monsters of love

Or: Why it’s sometimes OK to hate your neighbor.  The apparent flatness and hard edges of the world we see masks a strange, fluid, flickering dimension between humans. There is no accurate measurement of this dimension except perhaps for our ability to imagine it. Since it isn’t our nature to imagine things this way it takes a […]


The Middle Life

‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’   Imagine having a secret life… that is secret even from you. Well, you do. You have one normal, sunlit life and two fun-house mirror […]


The Picture of Dorian Trump

The Mind of Donald Trump In Oscar Wilde’s “The Picture of Dorian Gray” the titular character is a beautiful, dissolute and privileged young man. As his portrait is being painted he wishes to never age, and that the picture should suffer the consequences of Dorian’s actions, not his own face. Dorian becomes a selfish monster, […]


The open channel

“Through all ages men have tried to fathom the meaning of life. They have realized that if some direction or meaning could be given to our actions, great human forces would be unleashed. So, very many answers must have been given to the question of the meaning of it all. But they have been of […]


Tightrope Runner

http://www.studio30.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/tightrope-runner.mp3 The madman stepped out of the shadows three feet away and smiled broadly. Under the harsh yellow streetlight, his blonde hair was white, the angles of his face gaunt. His eyes glinted with light from another world. It was my best friend John, or at least John’s body with a schizophrenic parody of him […]

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