Nine years ago I helped save some fish. I wrote about it and my site chewed up the post. Here it is. I was a marine conservationist, and this is my story. Sitting on a bench on the beach. It was a Saturday – that’s how come we were allowed to be drunk and disorderly […]
Memories of Balak – I – published 2002/07/10 Read More »
The little voice in my ear tells me that anger doesn’t make anyone feel any better. The voice belongs to the Dalai Lama’s translator, and it’s playing on my iPod. I have a theory that the DL may well be a puppet and the translator is really running the show, but it’s not fleshed out
If you don’t know me and you call me and ask me to do something and end your voicemail with “at your earliest convenience.” I may well just find where you live. So that I can promptly drive my gas-guzzling V8 environment killing car over to you. So I can poke my fingers in your
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