This is What’s Up radio, broadcasting from big, beautiful clear-channel WALTZ. I’m Tuck Avery. My partner in crime is Buzz Belton. We wanna know what’s up with you. Who we got on the line, Buzz?
This is What’s Up radio, broadcasting from big, beautiful clear-channel WALTZ. I’m Tuck Avery. My partner in crime is Buzz Belton. We wanna know what’s up with you. Who we got on the line, Buzz?
It happened so fast. The black kid grabbed her purse. She stabbed him. The steel blade pierced his heart. He stumbled back a few feet and fell dead to the street.
Damn! Well, why not? Tastes good. Sweet amber spirits with a note of caramel lingering on the tongue. Morning light dancing through the glass. How pleasant. And, if you don’t get drunk, where’s the harm?
Every collage kid knows Nietzsche said, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”. That’s also about all they know about Nietzsche. That’s all I knew, too. Until I decided to read what he said in his own words.
Pah! I spit you out. You are old, unsquirtable, like curdled curd in an empty Cheez Whiz can, like a Bailey’s Chocolate Cherry without the liquor, like Juicy Fruit gum with nothing left but the gum. Without moisture, you’re no longer useful. I spit you out
They were supposed to meet at Union Station in Kansas City. Aunt Maudine waited, and waited. Hours passed. Finally, sadly, she left for home. Dad showed up much later. Don’t know why, certainly not willingly.
Despite being fictional, Mack the Knife continues to haunt the darker alleys of our minds. A large reason why is the schism between lyric and score.
It takes a few minutes of listening
to realize the song is about murder
as a career.
When the winds blows wet and warm. When gray winter retreats from blooming green becoming. When new leaves dance like dyads in the rain. When the passion of the equinox stirs the blood and the sap begins to rise, so then does Dionysus, the god of all that is wet and glistening.
How do you know what you know is true. You don’t. You can’t. No one can. The reality is that we can never know that anything is absolutely, no doubt about it, 100% true. That does not stop us from believing something is absolutely, no doubt about it, 100% true.
There are two inscriptions on the walls of the Temple at Delphi: Know Thyself; and Nothing in Excess. They were inscribed there some twenty-five hundred years ago. These two aphorisms were wise then. They remain so today.
My first Friends were animals. Now, in my old age, my remaining friends are animals.In between I’ve had many wonderful friends that were human. Some were pals, some were business partners, some were lovers. Some I knew well, some I barely knew, others were very dear to me. They’re mostly gone. Maybe I’ve lived too long
Every thought that passed through Nub’s head came in the form of what we would now call virtual reenactments, something like videos with smells, sounds, and feelings. They were memories, but not in the usual understanding of the word.
Alchemists struggled for centuries
to turn base metals into gold.
They famously failed. It can’t be done.
Gold only forms when stars explode.
“He seemed like a nice guy, you know, quiet, sort of kept to himself”.
“Mmm, well if you think of anything, here’s my card, give me a call.
A lot of folks visit Niagara Falls, including me. I went in the mid-sixties. Little did I know that a distinguished Egyptian Pharaoh was there as well.
Femme fatale, Exotic dancer, Courtesan, Spy; Mata Hari has been variously labeled all of these. There is some truth to all of them, left out are: Mother; Abused Wife; and Scapegoat
Those who remain, we remember for the rest of our lives. Some for the large effect they had on the persons we became. Some others because of some small incident that stayed in our head thereafter, some act of courage, wisdom, or generosity.
The hill was the one upon which sat the farmhouse of my Shipley Grandparents. The ruins of the old log cabin were an easy walk down the hill.
The truck was loaded, the gas tank full, and the morning sun breaking. We left out of Clyde Back & Sons, headed for the big highway that ran from Des Moines to the Mississippi, then on to southern Indiana.
“If you see ten troubles coming down the road, you can be sure that nine will run into the ditch before they reach you”
(Calvin Coolidge, President, 1923-1929)