Tag Archives: Scribbling

Thank You…

April 14, 2012

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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

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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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Adventures in Group Therapy

March 27, 2012

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I went into that first Narcotics Anonymous meeting like I’ve gone into so many things: wide-eyed and daunted. One of the reasons I had picked this group, beyond the proximity to the homestead, was the size of the group. More people meant more anonymity.  “Nothing to see here, folks. Let’s keep moving…” My reason for being […]

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Three…

March 3, 2012

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I remember waking up and not really knowing where I was. Seeing the square grid of the overhead bunk’s undercarriage wasn’t helping much. The snoring in a corner of the metallic cave gave a clue… Oh…yeah… …any minute now a mostly hairless Smokey the Bear (hat, and all) was going to burst into these old barracks at the […]

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I’m the Map

January 14, 2012

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I don’t mind telling you I’m a bit lost right now. I remember one time when I was a young tween-ager at some campground up north with my folks. I think it might have been one of those RV trips through Pennsylvania Civil War battle fields, or something. Anyway, this place had bike rentals and […]

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Love’s Serenade

December 7, 2011

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Lisa’s Song Demo ’95 (Music link. Give it a few seconds to start, depending on your network speed.) It has been a little while since I posted some of the music I’ve made over the years. This song probably should have been the first. It popped up in my iTunes shuffle at work today, and I tend to […]

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In Through the Out Door

November 26, 2011

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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

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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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Love, American Style

October 16, 2011

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A good Shaman knows that magic is alchemy. Playing with the cations and anions, physically and mentally. I hadn’t learned that yet, at least on a conscious level. I was getting there. Bumbling down the path. Still possessing more energy than sense, which can be hilarious, tragic, and dangerous. The good thing, though, was that I […]

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What’s your deal, anyway?

September 24, 2011

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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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The Ghost of Spalding Gray

September 17, 2011

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I’m not really a storyteller. I am not the guy holding court at the party to an enraptured, enthralled, or captive audience. I have serious potential to be the sensitive guy strumming the guitar on the stairwell, singing “body” like “baaa-dey” because, you know, John Mayer does it; but I know enough Belushi‘s in my life […]

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What’s this “Surface Nuisance”?

September 3, 2011

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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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First to Nowhere

September 2, 2011

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Starting today I want to try a new format for posting that hopefully works for me. And you, if you are interested in keeping up with this mess. My intention is to post Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at 7 pm. Friday will usually be something on the lighter side of the menu: some music of mine, or […]

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Dear Facebook…

August 28, 2011

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I wanted to let you know up front that I’ve been seeing this other social network. Her name is Google Plus – sorry, Google+. Well it’s important to her, apparently. Anyway, I was invited to her house recently with some friends, and it was all good fun. But we’re just friends getting to know each […]

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A Metrosexual Werewolf In Charleston

August 27, 2011

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I wannabe Chris Cornell...

It just sort of threw me from the beginning. I mean, breaking down and getting the Wahl trimmer kit was a break from my unroutine to begin with, my usual manner of dealing with haircuts being: “Pretty scraggly there, Myers. Pain in the butt to deal with, to boot.” and I would get myself to the […]

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Tall Water

August 26, 2011

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Tall Water Talking in tall water I see you against the sky Moving in moon rhythm Pulling for a fuller tide Gently now you’re reaching Preaching proud a brand new day When you are through searching I’ll put on a stronger face Swiftly how in slumber I read you between the lines Floating in free […]

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