Random writing and Silly stories – Page 2

Music and Memories, Pt 2

Hey sports fans, if you are just joining us, this post is the second part of a series that began here. This series is nearly complete, but I haven’t found the energy to finish it just yet. We now return to the program in progress.—– “Families can be together Forever” by Ruth M GardenerUnburdened byContinue reading “Music and Memories, Pt 2”

Music and Memories

There are a litany of stories and numerous studies that detail how and why music ignites memory and fires the physical pathways in the brain responsible for that memory. There are an equal number of stories, studies, and publications about the benefits of music in a therapeutic context; This is especially true when looking atContinue reading “Music and Memories”

Roses in the sand

I went to a Portland burner thing one night, a while ago. I had my lammies in my ranger bag and someone noted the plastic and cloth rose on them, and asked what that was about. Not wanting to tell the story at the moment, I said “it’s a long story” and went about theContinue reading “Roses in the sand”

Mornings

MorningsDecember 2024 – Portland, OR I have a love/hate relationship with mornings. I’m not much of a morning person, and I have not really been one for much of my adult life. There are a few reasons for that, beginning as a junior high kid, continuing through my time as a young adult in theContinue reading “Mornings”

Guilt

GuiltPortland, OR – May 2024 As I have grown older, there have been a few things in my life that have left me feeling guilty. Some of those have faded, some aren’t rational, and some are yet to be dealt with. One thing that has cropped up more and more of late is the guiltContinue reading “Guilt”

I am fame. Do a worship!

One night in Mid-August, bored and not wanting to sleep, I posted 3 photos on a Reddit sub. I shot the photos in question on a trip I took to an abandoned record store in late 2022. Several days later, I got contacted by Jack Beresford, a reporter from Newsweek asking if I’d be willingContinue reading “I am fame. Do a worship!”

Recycled

Recycled writingPortland OR – August 2024 I’ve always loved storytelling—orally, written, or through mixed media like audio and/or video recordings. I started writing LONG ago in the form of private letters and journals—some lost to time, others kept in sacred spaces within my home or the things I carry on me each day. The longestContinue reading “Recycled”

Saturday

It’s a cool, quiet Saturday. After 5 days of being baked by early summer heat in the mid to high 80’s, the city is blanketed in low clouds and a refreshingly cold, misty rain. It’s well after dark now, and the rain still floats down and kisses the concrete and glass in the gritty cityContinue reading “Saturday”

Somewhere in the East

This place — this dimly lit place in a bohemian city district. Its’ bones of old wood are plainly visible; Well kept and cared for wood gives rise to creaky floors. Its walls are bedecked in dusty art, and columns stand guard at the entry way to the living room. One can almost see studentsContinue reading “Somewhere in the East”

The View

Winter in the high desert. Cold. Dry. Windy. I’ve left the city behind and decamped to the suburbs for a holiday party. It’s that time of year when half the world gets chummy with coworkers for the evening and pretends to care about the lives of others because they’re also involved in getting a checkContinue reading “The View”