This is another Mommyland dream, but one where Mom makes a late appearance and is only tangential to the bulk of the dream ( Read more... )

They don't happen very often; I can only recall one other. That's remarkable considering how long I've been living in virtual lockdown. I know for a fact that I have had some very vivid and complex dreams in the past week and just wasn't able to rouse myself to the level of jotting enough information about them to find my way back. The amnesia that ( Read more... )

Maybe I've dreamt about Bing in the past. I don't recall off-hand. I can recall a lot more involving Crosby and in a variety of settings, situations and states of undress. But, for sheer detail and credibility I have to hand it to Bing and last night's visit to bedlam ( Read more... )

Pornhub has been in the news recently; it was the subject of a couple of Op-Eds by a frequent NYTimes collumnist. The point was that despite its sex-positive reputation, it does harbor a lot of violent and criminal material that escapes detection. The operators offer a flimsy Facebook-style excuse for their inability to flag seemingly inexaustible ( Read more... )

It's hard to believe that it's been six years since Katharine Hepburn last visited. And, certainly nothing compares to this marathoner when both she and Cary Grant showed up at the same time ( Read more... )

Well, no sooner do I write that I never dream about Middletown when I'm in Middletown than I fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon (after a finishing the last of some homemade oven-baked baby back ribs) and have a dream which arguably could be about Middletown. I say, arguably because I have only the slimmest of clues to go on, a vague sense ( Read more... )

By now, it has become pretty obvious tome that I have something of a nest-feathering fetish. Nothing delights me so much as putting down roots in a different place, in a different part of the country and creating a home there. That's been the pattern with the house in Virginia, my kitchen remodel in Brooklyn and now the studio in Connecticut. I ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure texting with Crosby during the blowout defeat of the Miami Heat in last night's Game One had somethng to do with the following ( Read more... )

Sunday was the feast day for St. Michael, the angel who slew the dragon and cast Satan out of Heaven. It was also the first time its namesake has met as a congregation since March. I many ways it was a repeat of my visit with Anthony a month ago to a Romanon church on the  Lower East Side. Entire pews were sectioned off in order to maintain proper ( Read more... )

The Pandemic has completely thrown my day-to-day life in reverse. Between the day trading and constant cable news monitoring, the days go by rather fast. I haven't been to a beach all year. And, the only sun I've gotten since spring has been when I am Middletown - and, only because I have a terrace ( Read more... )