Echoes of Our Parents


As you age, you begin to notice¬†echoes of your parents in your day-to-day behavior. This is particularly difficult if, like me, one those parents was a waste of carbon. There are times when I am surprised or even amused at things — for example, I talk to cats the same way my mother does (same tone, same words, same rhythms of speech) — and there are times when I am horrified by things, like when I do or say anything like my father would have done.

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To paraphrase Harry Doyle, in case you haven’t noticed, and judging by my site traffic, you haven’t, there hasn’t been a lot of activity on the blog lately. I’ve been doing my scribblings elsewhere. Mostly for therapeutic reasons. These are screeds that get hammered out in a storm of emotions, and then deleted. And then revisited again and again as the mood strikes (usually as the aftermath of a particularly intense therapy session). What I’ve been writing there isn’t fit for public consumption — whether due to subject matter or the particularly poor quality of the writing.

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Hacks: May 2016

Kicking Ass

I didn’t do an update to this series in April because, well, I didn’t do much. If anything. Life has been in a state of non-stop upheaval for months now, and it’s left me too stressed to put energy into this sort of stuff. In May, though, I did get a few things started and worked on, which has been fun.

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