Tag Archives: existentialism

Public Holiday Unadventures of South Landia

December 21, 2014


Walk with me: I’m sitting eating brunch in a superficial, modern, chain-store version of Tex-Mex, which nevertheless always has fairly fresh ingredients and a lovely greeting when you come through the door. It sits in one of those sprawling shopping centers which is now way cooler than those so-yesterday indoor malls (please). Apparently, we’ve decided […]

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May 25, 2013


Jack hesitated when he finally found the blood-red door and noticed the skeleton for a handle. Just part of the show he assured himself, since he was still in the safer tourist part of the island. Still he had to will himself to continue on, ignoring the internal physical protest. The sun was setting on the main […]

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Just a Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down

September 29, 2012


Let’s just be straight about this: It’s all bullshit. Well, not really IT. IT is what IT is. I’m talking about your notions and versions of what it all is. Your -isms. Your pretty little encompassing boxes with colorful, thematic wrapping and maybe a nice bow or some other appealing accessories to make it presentable, […]

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September 22, 2012


blue rays

Blue. I know her well. No, she knows me well. She has been with me from the beginning. She has loved me from the start. She taught me to feel. How the taste is so bittersweet. I did not know she was Blue then. She was just pervasively there. There was no distinction to be […]

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Thank You…

April 14, 2012


Cancer. The big ‘C’. With a daunting record across all weight divisions, truly an often overwhelming opponent. One of Mother Nature’s greatest bastard son champions, as she reacts to maintain equilibrium. His success due to his distinct lack of the speed and flash of his more glorified brothers and sisters. No, he is more quietly methodical. Insidiously […]

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Mad Season

April 1, 2012


I’m sorry. Let’s just get that out, right up front. I hereby formally apologize for anything I may say or do, now or in the near future. It’s April. And it’s my Mad Season. It starts with today, naturally. April Fools’ Day. My birthday. Really. Fitting, isn’t it? Sharpen’s the picture somewhat, yes? You think […]

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Wooden Ships

December 11, 2011


Adagio sostenuto When I sleep, I usually have dreams of ants. Sometimes, of being an ant. Sometimes, I am alllll of the ants. Sometimes, I am an ant inside myself…seeing myself…exploring myself… Experiencing my-self… In other dreams, the awareness gently withdraws, and I am the vast, weaved web of the sweeping ensemble…yes… My dreams may […]

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In Through the Out Door

November 26, 2011


We are somewhat diametric creatures, so the story goes. Those quick on the uptake readily recognize that we are animal. Inspection reveals a chemically charged bag of bones. A collective of evolved responses to physical stimuli, if you will. And for some of us…hell, perhaps many, we can stop right there. The view is just fine, […]

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Just Let Your Soul Glo

November 12, 2011


It wasn’t like I was looking for any sort of extra excitement in a Publix, on a weeknight, at the intersection of Grown-up Country Lane and New Suburbia Avenue. I’m there for ‘puppy pads’ (though they’re hardly puppies any more), and something else I was trying not to forget then and can’t remember now… So […]

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What’s your deal, anyway?

September 24, 2011


It’s Mario Puzo’s fault, man. When I read “Fools Die” as a teenager it was over for me. The first kindred spirit. The first thing I could REALLY relate to. In the box. The feel, the tone, of feeling the box and going a bit crazy about it. Or maybe not crazy enough. Perhaps the […]

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What’s this “Surface Nuisance”?

September 3, 2011


Tonight, in three acts, we present the story of why this blog is named ‘surface nuisance’. And I need to make my self-imposed deadline, so let’s not dally… Act I It’s the mid ’80s or so, and I am flunking out of the College of Charleston because I am my somewhat basket case self, and […]

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