I wish I had the words and muscle to help bear your load. You have borne your distresses with such amazing grace. Caring for the elderly becomes much like the labor over young children and you are pressed on all fronts with little margin to tend to your own needs. Ariel Levy, staff writer at.

And perhaps some punctuation? Chuck Tries Not to Fall Off the Earth. Dave Discovers a Horse on the Surface of Mars. Detective Chuck Investigates an Obvious Self-Decapitation.

A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself. A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval. This glass at half capacity. Everyday life looks tragic and dull. Like watching a mime with no arms. Yet with a bit of healthy detachment. It can be beautiful, rich and quite often hilarious,. Like watching a mime with no arms. Where all the dancers,.

Almost twenty-five but always, fifteen. Poetry, Past and Present. Eating Happily, Drinking Merrily. These are standard blog posts. A little more ranting than usual. Audio, video, disco. I want to write a novel. I want to run a mile. I want to sprint for miles. Away, without a care of what others could possibly think. Research, writing, crafting, walking. This blog touches on many things, often mismatched if extracted at random.

NOT SAID WITH AN A, SAID WITH AN EYE. Just Another Rant on Journalism. Middot; Leave a comment. Middot; in Just Another Rant. Poems and Prose and Whatnot. Politics and the World Around Us. Do Football Players Get Privileges at School? May 30, 2015.

My name is Patrick Hart, writer, musician, amatuer photographer, lover of the absurd, oxford comma enthusiast, marathoner of the run-on sentence, and seven year night shift laboring simian working for his monthly bananas. This blog will house various musings about life, liberty, and the pursuit of whatever this is, updates on current projects, and other uses I have yet to realize in this medium. Chapter One, Part Five.

Just a Thought on Bottling Things Up. I compare myself to a jar, filling it up until it just. And the streets were lined with red.

Over the last several weeks I have noticed that the many in my garden have been pounded flat by intense rain many times yet, given a single day of sun, they are always upright and beautiful again. How the word pansy has been usedas a negative term indicating weakness.

Is My Camera Drunk? My Journey In Photography. So I found a way to image galaxies billions of lightyears away with my D7000. Space is deep, man. A dozen or maybe even more.