Fables of the Deconstruction
Sunny afternoon
I ran into an old friend sitting on a bench in the park up the street from my house.
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Commit a crime
My friend reported that someone slashed one of her tires, and she was pissed. Was it a random act of violence or was somebody making a focused expression of ill will? Had she done somebody wrong?
Fables of the Deconstruction
I am the walrus
When I got to work this morning, I was the only one here.
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Don’t dream it’s over
You may remember I used to love that television show “Lost.” I was amused and delighted by the ways the writers convoluted the story in supposedly meaningful ways, reconfiguring archety
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Dream on
My dreams, when I remember them, are usually pretty bizarre. I’m fighting giant hermit crabs or scorpions.
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As time goes by
Late last year, I saw an article in The Courier-Journal, written by Jeffrey Lee Puckett, lamenting the closing of the Southgate House in Newport, Ky.
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Chances are
Last week, on a day that fails to distinguish itself significantly from any other day in my mind except for its unseasonable warmth (this was, after all, February, please note the proper pronunciat
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Let X = X
One of my friends is very practical. He (or she) bristles whenever somebody says (or, more accurately, repeats that ubiquitous cliché), “It is what it is.”
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To go home
A while back, I heard a song that I wanted to tell you about.
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Fix it
I recently realized that I have spent a significant percentage of my life talking to myself (metaphorically, of course … I’m not crazy!), so I thought I’d take this opportunity,
