I really want to be a contestant on the show Wipe Out.
You see, part of me is a monk and part of me is a performing flea.
My dad published his first novel! He wrote it in three years and edited it for 20 years. I’m excited to read it myself because I’ve only heard him talk about it. Here’s a synopsis:
Windglass is a novel that spans the genres of organized crime, police procedure, romance, road-trip, and science fiction. All of this is set into motion by the simple act of a man going on vacation. He is plastics plant foreman Harold Jenkins. The start of his holiday journey takes him to rural New York State. There, instead of two weeks of escape, his luck runs out. In a series of misadventures on the highway, he finds himself in a fight for the ownership of the rest of his life, however short that may be. A middle-aged couple tries to keep their small store-front business alive in a neighborhood that is spiraling downward by the hour. Good people turn desperate. A Mafia Don finds that one of his captains has gone rogue. He’s an earner, but now he needs to pay for stepping out of line. Innocent bystanders? Forget about it. A scientific discovery for the ages arises from a pig sty. New software and concepts as powerful as nuclear physics are held closely, but won’t be for long. Like other powerful discoveries, there is the potential for human advancement or the absolute desolation of all. This is WINDGLASS. A muscle car and a traveling circus carries our narrative across the country, westward to where the threads begin to weave together, to where America ends and now all time and space is altered.
The man who reads nothing at all is better educated than the man who reads nothing but newspapers.
Ever wondered what they called anal sex in the 16th century, or cunnilingus during World War II?
Ever wonder what sex was called in the 1600s, how you might ask for a blowjob during the reign of Queen Elizabeth, or how your great-grandfather might have asked for anal sex?
Following up on his research which gave us 2,600 words for genitalia throughout the ages, slang lexicographer Jonathon Green has given us three amazing new resources, describing what sexual intercourse, oral and anal, and sexual secretions and contraceptives have been called at various points over the last 700 years.
Only 54% of Americans blame humans for global warming. In other news, 46% of Americans have heads stuck in the sand.
A friend of mine passed away today after a long battle with cancer. Before she died, she taught us something: “live life.” What a great lesson to teach! One of her last texts to a friend, when he mentioned how sad he was about the pain she was in, she said “don’t. live life, that’s what I want you to do.”
I was close to Robin in high school and then we lost touch of each other except for the occasional update and then we reconnected on Facebook. In high school, Robin was “that girl.” She did stuff that made you roll your eyes and shake your head. Here’s my advice: be that girl or boy. Live life to the fucking fullest!
Robin was a cheerleader and I was a band geek. She was friends with the girl I wanted to date. We met each other at a basketball game. I told her to call me but we didn’t have anything to write with (now I know why my music teachers always told me to have a pencil in my folder) but it was the mid 80’s and rap was brand new. So I said: “here’s how you can remember my phone number: “if you love me ladies and you think I’m fine my number’s _ _ _ 7 1 6 9”” Robin never forgot my phone number and I started dating Chere.
Robin always made me smile. I may have done the same for her.