Category Archives: Writing

Their pain is now ours

When you said
But for an un-twist of fate
You suffered a head-on wreck

The pain shot through my gut, immediate
Piercing
Sharper, deeper than I’d remembered
Ever before

It’s different now.
The reflections nightmares can stir, more complex.

They are with us
They are part of us
They are
Of us

No longer do I dread my own life without you
I dread theirs

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Phrasing: Minorities

Morning mist
Happier thoughts.

From a post in The Economist on atheism in Amurrica (Wait, Amurrica? No, surely atheists say “America”), emphasis mine:

America is not an easy place for atheists. Religion pervades the public sphere, and studies show that non-believers are more distrusted than other minorities.

I love that lead. Like, “Don’t get me wrong, I distrust all minorities. But atheists? Well them the ones I distrust most of all.”

Slightly on topic: Maybe they’ve already done it, but I always thought the Onion would have some headline-only blurb that goes, “Study: Atheists Have Longer Weekends.”

A measure of dorkiness

In the spirit of personal growth and persistent self-abuse, one of the non-obligatory obligations I decided to adopt this year was writing an almost daily blog on the New York Islanders of the NHL.

It’s hosted on an already existing “network” of sports blogs started and run by some college students and recent grads. Rough on the edges, they, but young and ambitious, too. For me, it was easier and imposed more obligation — which I wanted — than setting up my own standalone blog. Though as a “business,” it won’t allow me to do the amateur-blogging practice of borrowing images from other sites … so I have no fancy action photos to go with the copy. Alas.

My chief motive was to try a different kind of writing — an almost daily obligation that sticks more or less to one topic vs. the higher ed or blog-topic of the moment I typically do. I want to reach my writing capacity to get a sense of what works best, routine-wise, if I want to drop everything and focus on creative writing.

The OnionBut I’m also motivated by an unnatural affection for the Islanders.

As NHL teams go, the Islanders are not particularly sexy and haven’t been so for 20 years. Which of course means that, as far as North American professional sports teams go, they are really not particularly sexy.

(A fitting illustration of where the Islanders stand, image-wise, in the sports landscape, may be seen by the photo used to illustrate this Onion story, aptly titled “Walking Sports Database Scorns Walking Sci-Fi Database.”)

The Islanders had glorious “dynasty” years when they won the first four Stanley Cups of the 1980s. Those were my formative hockey years and explain my curious thousand-miles-away addiction to them. They were on TV, winning Cups, and having more of their players featured on hockey cards than other teams. They had a pleasing color scheme. They were from Long Island, as opposed to what my father called the “Short Island Smurfs” (Rangers) on Manhattan.

But after that, their stars retired and their support was eroded by a series of laughably bad owners — one of whom didn’t even have the money he used to “buy” the team. They’re still trying to recover from that, and they’re doing a decent job, when you exclude the other socio-economic-taste factors that affect the NHL.

See, the NHL has a media coverage and popularity problem, but I don’t care. As with voting, the more people who feel compelled to get involved, the more uninformed yahoos end up dominating the conversation. So I am happy with hockey being a quasi-niche sport, and with my having to search out decent coverage of it.

Part of the NHL’s antidote to its coverage problem is to tap into online-savvy fans — “the next generation” — and some teams, like the Islanders, have even offered press-like access to bloggers for coach and player interviews. At 1,000 miles away, I’m not part of that, but I thought it would be fun to track and synthesize the best of the bloggers who are. And shed a little tiny bit of cyber-light on a team that could use some more love.

Works in progress

This here Web site is now past a year old, and though it has successfully moved me to simply write more and more — in on- and offline varieties — I’ve still not gotten around to using it to hold, organize and perpetually edit some, ahem, “creative” (non-blog) writing.

The heavier things I end up struggling over in Word and never finishing. But the lighter things, for now I’ll store such things in “Works in Progress,” beginning with the easiest one: “Spamlines,” an intentionally organized and constantly growing collection of actual spam subjects or offers and their spellings.

When spam sneaks through my filter and into my inbox, about 25% of the time the subject or intro text makes me laugh out loud. I know spam is very cheap (for senders), but still: People really respond to this stuff? In large enough numbers to make it worthwhile? Phenomenal.

I started to wonder what these offers teach me about humans. (As my buddy BH boiled it down, bluntly: People will always do stupid things for money and sex.) So I arranged them out of context, in three-line stanzas, because this arrangement amuses me as much as when they first snuck into my inbox.

And now, to temper this “interpretive” pretentiousness for just a moment, I offer The Onion’s hilarious piece where art and terrorism meet: “Conceptual Terrorists Encase Sears Tower in Jell-o.” Beautiful.