Is there anything more reductionist than the act of putting all of your belongings into boxes, and then relocating those boxes to some other place? Maybe reductionist isn’t the word I am looking for; I want the one that succinctly describes how physically, mentally, and emotionally crushing moving can be. Moving sucks.
In retrospect, I sort of wish I named one of my children Money because having Money in your family is a powerful thing. As a parent, you can do stuff like burdening your kids with unusual names. People in Hollywood do it all the time. In the same but completely different way, as I am the youngest …
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike human children? Because I do; dislike them, that is. I would not recommend having kids, either, since they are really just a trick of biology. To be fair, it isn’t really the kids I don’t like, but their parents. As Henry Kissinger once said, “There is no …
The ordeal of relocating to another city is always a chaotic experience that creates holes in the fabric of one’s personal services umbrella. In addition to finding a new place to live, you will likely also need to find a new bank, a new insurance agent, a doctor, a dentist, a lawyer, and an accountant. …
In rural areas, the source of the perpetual chirping noise is crickets. As annoying as that sound is, the New York City equivalent is the constant din of car horns. The drivers, here, honk at everything, and I’m not talking about happy eighth-note, “Hey! How you doing?” kind of honks, either. No, these are angry-whole …
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