Way back in the Nineteen Seventies, my granddad quit smoking cigarettes. He said doctors had sufficiently proven to him that cigarettes caused cancer, and he said that anyone who still smoked the things was a fool. He explained that quitting wasn't hard. All he had to worry about was that first cigarette of the day. All he had to do was not smoke that first one.Read More
When I started this blog mini-series, I said that I wanted to know what it was like to be a taxi driver, and now I feel like I had a good taste. It was just as fun as I had imagined to meet and interact with the full spectrum of people in my town. At moments, it was also as terrifying as I had imagined. The worst ride ever, even worse than almost getting shot, even worse than listening to passengers puke in the gutter, even worse than all of it, was Jordan.Read More
I've been slacking on my weekly blog, so for the New Year, I'm putting the hammer down. I'm doing daily haiku. Nothing too fancy, just a 5-7-5 rhythm. It'll be good semantics practice.
That's how I roll, I guess: If one project is too challenging for me, then I'll do two!