So I hit him. He hit me and I slapped him. And he hit me again. And I slapped him back. And he slapped me. It didn’t end. I suppose we would’ve kept on that way, locked indefinitely in our fierce struggle of “You’ve hit me and I’m indign...

Oh the resistance I feel. The psyche is odd, isn’t it? I was reluctant to leave town without writing a few blogs in advance, because I hate empty space where there could be WORDS, but I was taking my laptop with me. No matter, I decided. I could...

(Yesterday, I waited for an hour to get the station’s limit of six gallons per vehicle...)   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U01djSaI9c