quiet night

dog snoring, maybe better.
hope for a better day to-
morrow and sleep. many more
or few, but years he has

affectionate but injured
there are days
when he resembles a


the wind blows and crumples itself against home

a jet whines, winding down for landing
quiet night
the dog dying or not dying, eating or not eating, coaxing in each bite
open his mouth, throw in the pills, squirt the syringe to make him swallow

mending slowly or is that an illusion
and again tomorrow
i hope

“Don’t be who ISIS wants you to be”: Bloggers on Paris and Beirut

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Telling stories has power; they connect us, help us work through the raw emotion, and give us a way to make sense of events. After last week’s devastating violence in Paris and Beirut, these nine bloggers shared theirs, helping us do just that. Reading their posts may not be easy — but it is important.

Cultive le Web, “Attentats à Paris, j’étais rue de Charonne

A writer from Cultive le Web was out for an evening with friends Friday night when shooting began on the rue de Charonne. The staccato phrasing of this play-by-play post captures brings readers some tiny measure of the fear, panic, and disbelief. It’s an unvarnished outpouring we wish he had no occasion to write, but are glad he did.

9:45 p.m. Noise, screams. A fight? A rowdy crowd there at the bar? They must be drunk, like on any Friday night in Paris, right? I come closer. A group of people…

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Or, “Shut Up, Sit Down And Type.”  https://altmba.com/charlesstarrett/shut-up-sit-down-and-type/

As pointed out by the inimitable Seth Godin in http://feeds.feedblitz.com/~/114354895/0/sethsblog~SUSDAT.html

I don’t have writers block personally, I just feel guilty when I write here as there are Other Things I Should Be Doing.  Those are the things that I should be shutting up and doing.

So, back to the grind.

Challenge question of the day:  do you really have writer’s block, or is it something else?  If you want to blow through writer’s block, SUSDAT.  If it’s no good, that’s OK, throw it away and try again.


Back at it

My daughter and I are just starting a blog. It’s called “Dak & Daughter Coding” and we’re having a little fun.  I’m leaving the driving to her at this point, and she’s doing pretty well!  Have a look.



How Jessica Mitford Exposed A $48m Scam From America’s Literary Establishment

Appalling. And there are similar scams for job seekers.

David Gaughran

Cerf1Jessica Mitford took on the American funeral industry, the California Department of Corrections, and the Ku Klux Klan, but it was her 1970 exposé of The Famous Writers School which led to Time calling her “The Queen of the Muckrakers.” And if a courageous editor hadn’t reversed his decision to kill her story, it might never have happened.

Mitford had been aware of The Famous Writers School’s existence for some time. Anyone who was a frequent reader of newspapers, books or magazines would have seen its ever-present advertisements, inviting aspiring writers to cut out and apply for the free aptitude test. While Mitford was suspicious, she didn’t have anything concrete until her lawyer husband took on a new client.

Bob Treuhaft was approached by a 72-year old widow, living on Social Security, who had cleaned out her bank account to make a down-payment to The Famous Writers School. On the…

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Love and hypocrisy in Iran

In Iran, they say, there are two books in every household  – the Koran and Hafez. One is read, the other is not. To understand this joke you need do no more than join the millions who regularly throng the tomb of Hafez, 14th century poet of Shiraz and Iran’s national hero, as I did […]


Random thoughts on the death of a dog

Some friends of ours just lost their dog. I think back to what it was like when our dogs died when I was young, and feel the pain again.

Goodbye, Chai. You were most definitely a Good Dog, and I’m sorry you never got to meet our dog Strider.  He’s getting older, and I don’t look forward to the day he dies, hopefully a long, long time from now.  Goodbye again to Gigi, Terry and Sniffer, my old companions.

Recommended reading:  The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein.  I read this almost by accident, as I ordered it on my Kindle when I’d intended only to read a sample…and then couldn’t put it down.  Sad and joyous, all at once.