Phospho-Soda

I write this while sitting at a table for one, with a $5.00 David Weber book from the damaged table in my hands. An $8.00 paperback copy of The Oxford Dictionary of American Usage and Style and a $30 new release called Transplant sit at my left elbow. I’m in the University of Pennsylvania Bookstore’s…

If you like PDQ Bach, you’ll get the title. If not, it doesn’t matter anyhow. But spring seems to be a more ephemeral experience than usual this year. I woke up to seventy degree weather, with the promise of ninety degrees before the afternoon ends. This is not the April I was expecting, to say…

The Ex appeared at my apartment last night as the very soul of puncuality. Sure enough, he had a a fairly large bag of mail addressed to me still going to the house. Virtually all of it was junk mail. Some of it was financial stuff that I know I already sent an address change…

I’m off-center this morning. I’ve been this way since writing class last night. The class is not what I expected. It’s not what I wanted. I have to decide if it’s what I need, though. It was billed as “writing that first novel”. And, whatever else I might say, it is that. The class is…

Being naive, I googled “oriental vs. Asian” to see where I had gone astray. I hate unintentionally offending anybody; I prefer any offensive remarks to be painstakingly planned. My first hit was: Model Minority: The Guide to Asian American Empowerment. Until this very moment, I had been quite unaware of either the “left-wing-politically-correct-thought-police-mind-control” or the…

I have heretofore liked to think that I’m a big proponent of “I may not like what you have to say, but I’ll defend to my death your right to say it”. Recently I’ve been given cause to think more deeply about that sentiment. Do I defend to the death your right to make religious,…