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Micro-Fiction
“After The Fall”
He looked out the window as he talked; looked right out, across the river, and onto New York’s seven year old new skyline. It was a perfect view, perhaps the most complete view of Manhattan in all of Jersey City, but when you’ve made as much money as he had, I suppose you can get […]
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Micro-Fiction
“The Equalizer”
There’s a difference between buying a nice suit and wearing a suit nicely. Just because you can do the first–and if we starve for a while most of us can–doesn’t mean you can do the second. Mark, a man who knows a lot about some things, could never tell the difference and though, through some economic miracle, it was an expensive suit, he wore it poorly. -
Late Night Musings
A Trip To Wal-Mart
05.27.08 | Permalink | 2 Comments
“I’m really starting to like this place.” My Mother says, as another woman breaks my heart.
We walk in to the giant store’s giant exit. A old woman with a smock throws us a welcoming, if defeated, smile. -
Late Night Musings
The Caveman’s Soliloquy
04.17.08 | Permalink | 3 CommentsGoing to the Opera is an admittedly dusty affair. My first few visits were the strangest; filled with all these “Wow, people still do that?” moments. The half hour intermission, the champagne, the encores, the five minute applause, the six hour show, all of it seemed then, and to some extant still seems, to be […]
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Late Night Musings
Can’t They Just Be Evil Again?
“Have you considered what having a timeshare in Miami could mean for you?” the telemarketer asks me, interrupting my dinner.
“Have you considered using social media?” I reply.
“Social media? What’s that?”
“It’s just like this, only I pretend you’re not annoying so you’ll link to me.”
There was a time when the sweet, sweet taste of Coca Cola […] -
Micro-Fiction
“The New Immigrants”
It was a city of immigrants, New York. Settled by immigrants, built by immigrants, tempered by immigrants. The slaves with chains still on their feet, the Jews with the smell of gas still on their clothes, the huddling masses, all had carved out a tiny piece of the Metropolis and poured their blood, […]
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Late Night Musings
Whenever I hear the word ‘brand’, I reach for my….
Although I am a blogger (and fiction writer) I still have a small regard for empiricism, thus, to begin:
Webster’s Definiton of ‘Brand’:
a class of goods identified by name as the product of a single firm or manufacturer.
Of course, no sentence (or post) can really describe what the word ‘brand’ means today. Or–to get […]
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