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  • Pre-Nevada Associations and Other Mental Flossing

    I wonder if my son will break through to himself as he struggles to make his way in this world. Striving to find himself artistically, he is aggravated by a job that has a woman medusa as a supervisor. My fantasies and hopes for him are mine alone, for he has to define himself in this […]

  • NEVADA BOUND: A PARTING SALVO

    I have been involved within the last two weeks with selling Jane’s home, renting mine, garage sales, and collecting cartons from local stores — in Green Valley they break down the cartons within the store itself with a press. In my hey day we walked behind the drug store and picked from the crop. Now […]

  • Fragment from a Story that is not Working Out

    I raise my hand in cheder and ask the teacher: “Why are jews good at running?” “Because we are excellent prey and what good is prey if it does not give the hunter a good chase for his money?” “Rabbi, people tell me I am a good student. Why have we been chosen to be […]

  • I Have Been Away into Myself

    It has been some time since I have blogged, oh dear. The gravitational hold of the cyberspace audience awaits my every word. I have become quite bored with Facebook and Twitter is ridiculous — see Coppola’s The Conversation. I find it strange that part of my cortex is telling me that too much time has […]