Ok, I tried. Really I did. I very much wanted to avoid blogging about the inevitable metaphors and ironies of moving. You know the tired cliches: “A chance at a clean slate.” “Dust off your ambitions.” “Oh my god – where did that [insert old, sentimental item you’d forgotten you owned here] come from?”But it’sContinueContinue reading “living in limbo”
Author Archives: JGB
Ducks and pins and houses, oh my!
By accident I just saw all the photos from my I-Phone in rapid succession as they downloaded onto my MacBook. They zipped by in a strangely cool montage. Before this, if you’d asked me how the past year has gone for me, I’d say “eh, it was ok.” But as I got a quick glanceContinueContinue reading “Ducks and pins and houses, oh my!”
I’ll never do that again…
Wow. It’s been over a month since I last posted. I guess that means I was a) really busy b) so depressed even my blog couldn’t cheer me up or c) lacking in bloggable material. Happily, it’s “a”. Good grief, this has been a busy month.Before launching into my post, I’d just like to pauseContinueContinue reading “I’ll never do that again…”
We’re not so evolved, we humans.
I didn’t know what to expect when I met Bo Eason. I’d heard his one-man play, Runt of the Litter, a fictionalized version of his life as the the driven, younger brother of star NFL quarterback Tony Eason (whom I remember rooting for in the 80’s), was intense and graphic, so I imagined he’d needContinueContinue reading “We’re not so evolved, we humans.”
The seat of my pants isn’t creasing…
…and I finally figured out why. I must have a steaming hot ass.”-Steve Martin, live at Walton Arts Center. Steve Martin came to town tonight. Yeah, that Steve Martin. The guy is, frankly, sickly talented. Actor, comedian and…Grammy-winning banjo player? You betcha.He played with the Steep Canyon Rangers, a terrific band in their own right,ContinueContinue reading “The seat of my pants isn’t creasing…”