Happy New Year!


Again, so long absent. Again, so many neglected responsibilities.

Ah, tant pis.

Non, je ne regret riens.



Voici la language de lamour.

Ecoute. Ecoute.

Ecoute moi.


What has happened. I got sick with the flu. My kid, she has been to the emergency five times in the last two months. She has got the peritonsilar abcess again and again. The tonsils, they must out. They must. It’s not negotiable.

She have a boyfriend. He is a very nice boy. He seems.

They are love each other very much.

They are kiss alot.


Today my wife made a purple sweater. She saved twenty dollar by make the buttons herself. From fimo of purple color. And polish them with the drimmel tool to shine.

Only one arm is too long and one is too short. Or the other way around.

But very chic.



This month at work we have so many bank robbers. I feel like I am in some heist caper movie all the time. I am in black and white. I sit on the edge of the desk and shine a bright light into the eyes of the bad guy. I smoke a lot and I offer him one, but when I try to hand it to him, I drop it. When he bends to pick it up, SLAM! I smash my palm against the table! Like a gunshot!

He leaps back and I laugh. I apologize and pick up the cigarette myself, put it in his mouth, light it.

He eyes me with suspicion.

“Relax.” I say. “We’re all friends here.”

He’s on edge.

“Listen, you want some coffee? Something to drink?”

He shrugs.


It goes on and on like that.


Lately I am obsessed with the idea that we only have this tiny sliver of awareness. We see a tiny sliver of the light spectrum. We hear only a sliver. And our brains whittle down what little we do intake to less and less and less so it makes some kind of sense to us. And we only have a tiny sliver of the universe and only a tiny sliver of the earth and only a paper-thin whisper of the vast ocean of time and even less of less and less and less.

ah, it’s enough to make one laugh.


Hope you are well. I am grateful for your kind thoughts.


Let us now regard the bears.