I’m STILL HERE

I haven’t blogged for a month or two.  Sorry about that.  I’m working on some pieces now actually. 🙂   So please keep reading. Don’t forget. Here’s some new pics: Despite living 15 minutes from Washington DC, I don’t visit it nearly as often as I wish.  DC is one of the most underrated cities; people…

The Bridge

Originally posted on 79 Sparrows:
the bridge over the bridge, i met with an old acquaintance, discussed big ideas and she smiled and told me things were looking up.  I left her office,  crossed the street, and stood alone in front of a breakfast cafe.   Such a simple little town, spring whispered in the morning chill, I felt you from my…

My Very Worst Date

After much encouragement to try an online dating service, I decided to go the el cheapo route and signed up for Plenty of Fish. My inbox was immediately bombarded with messages, most consisting of one or two incoherent sentences. One gentleman caller stood out from the rest, and after communicating for a few months, I…

DATA (Monday Freestyle)

I propel like a falcon Decimal point looks like a challenge Study the ballistics white girl in Suitland Verifying statistics. Population estimation Approximate the future In a pie chart of projections, cause’ data analysis Give analysts erections Life goes on Reproducing inevitably it’s not gettin knocked up- They call it fertility Spread like a sheet…

Love Means……

This, I believe. I took this picture while vacationing in Cabo San Lucas. Took out some color, left some alone, it’s basically enhanced … Pamela Anderson enhanced. The text “Love Means Going First Class” is my personal motto/mantra. When somebody really loves you, they’ll show it by treating you like royalty. Like only the best….

Fun w/ Photography

I call this “Wine Cellar.” It all started as a picture of the wine rack at Gallo’s Italian Grocery. The electricity went out while I was waiting to place my order, and this is what I looked at for a good 7 mins. Why not take a picture? Flash off, of course. Stealth. Later on…

What If?

Why do we struggle to make sense of our lives ? Those sequential events leading up to our present day (mood). Like we can ever really figure it out. Really. Id like to meet the person who has. Those people who claim supreme knowledge are usually (78% prevalence rate) gypsies- I mean the bad kind…

What I learned from my 2012 Wordpress Annual Report

The WordPress.com stats took it upon themselves to prepare a very helpful 2012 annual report for 79sparrows.  Somehow, the relation was made that  I’d pretty much blow the Cannes Film Festival out of the water.  Thank you WP!  Now THAT is a compliment.  There were a total of 22,000 views in 2012.   I’ve reviewed the…

“Everyday is Like Sunday” by Morrissey

Listen.  Need some Vitamin D.  Really bad. It’s been gray and raining for the past two weeks and I’m about to jump off a cliff. Who’s more miserable than me?  Morrissey.   But he’s got a damn beautiful voice, and a way with words.  “Everyday is Like Sunday” captures the way I feel during long lapses…

Why is there a Chainsaw in the Kitchen? (On loving a hoarder)

I love my father.  He is a wonderful man:  funny, thoughtful, and loving. Also: He is a hoarder.  Yes, like the kind you see on cable tv, except not so bad as to have rat infestations or raw sewage flowing through the house.  No.  None of that.   Dad is the guy you see huddled over…

A Wish for New Beginnings

Have you ever wanted to reinvent yourself? You know, as in disappear for at least a month and really fix things? My life needs a celestial handyman. He would be tall, dark, handsome, basically just a nice to look at but not distracting so. That would not be good, because this isn’t about sex. This…