Yesterday I spent more on food and for a small party with two close friends than I spent on the bathrobe and new model kits I gave to myself last week. That’s because our friendship is more valuable than terry cloth and polystyrene.
One reason I shop at Schnuck’s is that a my friend MR is [...]
Archive for December, 2008
Grocery Store Sake
Posted in writing on December 31, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The Sunday of Most Anything But TV News
Posted in writing on December 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A curious anomaly caught my eyes as I was watching Meet the Press this morning. It appeared in the Sunday State Journal-Register. I’m keeping my subscription to the local paper going at the cost of not renewing my subscription to The New Yorker which I LOVE when it COMES.(More about that issue later.) The SJ-R [...]
Listening to Dad in 1992
Posted in writing on December 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Have you heard of the instrumental group The Greenwoods? In the 60s when I was still attending Springfield Junior College on north Fifth St., I heard them for the first time, and they instantly became my favorite instrumental music organization. Dad had a friend who was a factory representative for Decca (might have been Capitol) [...]
And So This Was Christmas
Posted in writing on December 27, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The reverbs (okay, echoes, which is not to say memories but is to say often recurring memories but saying reverbs instead) are over and it’s time to return to earth, the better hummin’ bean for the day.
I’ve been in PRODUCTION MODE all week, working like a man possessed (which some who know me say I [...]
Midnight Redemption
Posted in writing on December 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I almost entitled this Midnight Couch Potato, but I reconsidered when I realized there is no passive enslavement to the magic electric screen which I associate with most davenport tubers during football and baseball games. My growing attachment to two hours of Springfield Fox channel 55 between 12:30 and 2:30 has come since word came [...]
Christmas Trilogy Poem/Song Three: Passion Flower
Posted in arts, writing on December 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Passion Flower
By Job Conger
To a virgin in the night
In a land almost forgot
And a time when faith grew dinner by the hour
From a manger’s meager light
Came the dawn of a new day
With the birth of God’s own son His passion flower.
(chorus)
. . . Passion flower, planted simply to atone
. . . .For the sin and [...]
The Word that Drives Me NUTS
Posted in writing on December 23, 2008 | 2 Comments »
It’s not obscene or profane, and there is a difference, you know. Obscene disparages the body and profane disparages the spirit in my lexicon; perhaps yours as well.
There are other words which affect me the way a silver cross affects a thirsty vampire. One of the words is “Antartic” which the mentally challenged say instead [...]
The Write Shuff(le)
Posted in arts, writing on December 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
If you’ve not picked up the new issue of The New Yorker (December 22 & 29), get it while you can!
Y?
Because the lead story in “The Talk of the Town” presents an illustration of Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich looking impish and cherubish and the story of his recent dust-up with the people of this fair [...]
Doonesbury Demoted?
Posted in writing on December 21, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I’d really rather time travel to next Sunday at 1:05 p because I’m procrastinating away my day, and I MUST transcribe to tapes for Springfield Business Journal articles. I am not “going quiety into the obligation” I am privileged to have. If I hadn’t read the funnies at my usual place after the news shows [...]
In Between the Drizzle and the Deep Blue Freeze
Posted in arts, writing on December 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s been a nutty week, and it promises to get nuttier. The collection of Playboy interviews I collected during the 60s and 70s, culled from the rest of the magazines (along with some more graphically appealing presentations but not as many as you might imagine (I have a very discriminating libido) during the 80s and [...]
