BLOG: Pareidolia

Sometimes what you think you see isn't—See?

Guess what. The Man in the Moon, isn't. Never was. That mysterious face on Mars a few years ago, wasn't. Why do we see what we think we see when it isn't? "Pareidolia," a psychological phenomenon in which the mind perceives a familiar pattern where none actually exists. Think of it as Nature's way of saying "April Fools Day."—LINK

BLOG: Hug a Vietnam Vet Today

Most states celebrate 'Welcome Home Vietnam Veterans Day' this week

Depending on where you live, it’s “Celebrate Viet Nam Veterans Day.” That's a good reason to find a friend, family member, colleague or neighbor who served in-country, and say, "Thanks." I'm guessing they didn't get much of that when they got state-side.—LINK

BLOG: Worth the Waiting

McQueen’s Cinematic Love Song to Racing Still Resonates

Steve McQueen’s 1971 movie "Le Mans" was his lovingly crafted cinematic love song to racing. If you like racing, you'll love this movie, unless you're partial to dialogue. Why? Because this movie has very little . Instead it attempts to tell the story of the 24-hour race with striking visuals rather than words. Va-rrroooom, va-rooom to that.—LINK

BLOG: Sunday Meditation 17

‘He is risen . . . He is risen, indeed’

My first real success as a writer came about 40 years ago when I was a weekend correspondent for The Tampa Tribune. The assignment was an Easter sunrise service; I got it because none of the other reporters wanted to get up that early.—LINK

BLOG: Only the Paranoid Survive

Andy Grove speaks from the grave — Are you listening?

Andy Grove is dead. He helped launch Intel, one of the world's largest semiconductor chip makers.  Grove escaped from Communist-controlled Hungary and came to America at age 20. He's is credited transforming Intel from a manufacturer of memory chips into a dominant producer of microprocessors. An amazing guy—LINK

BLOG: Sunday Meditation 16

“The heavens declare the glory of God …” — Psalm 191

There’s a scene in the film “Gravity” where astronaut Dr. Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) blasts around space using a fire extinguisher. Bullock’s erratic push-n-pulse antics reminded me of when I first became a Christian, a time of awkwardly spontaneous proclamations when I shared the Gospel with exuberance but not much wisdom. I’m wiser than that now, though not necessarily better.—LINK


BLOG: Scribble-Scrabble

Write on, my friend—write on . . .

I recently read an article by woman in Australia titled "Pregnant and Living in a Tent." It was a lively yarn, one I thought worthy of expanding into a book. She chuckled at that prospect, so I promptly wrote a short "how to" piece to get her started. If you're noodlin' about writing a book of your life in general or an incident in particular, you should give it a read.—LINK

BLOG: Climbing Mount Fuji "Redux"

I Still Carry a Few Clear Moments of That Glorious Day

About a year ago I shared a story titled "Climbing Mount Fuji."  It seemed appropriate to dust it off and briefly put it back into the spotlight. Why? Because it was one of the few times I pulled my nose out of a book and went outside and actually did something.—LINK

BLOG: Sunday Meditation 15

‘So the last shall be first, and the first last’

Jesus wasn’t talking about Mike Piazza when he said, “the last shall be first, and the first last,” but the saying fits. Piazza was picked in the last round of the 1988 MLB Amateur Draft, but went on to be Rookie of the Year, a 12-time All Star player and a Hall of Famer. —LINK

BLOG: Sad Tales

Everybody’s got a story; everybody's got pain

I don't usually do sad stuff. Life's too short. I look for the Sunshine. But there's so many sad stories in the shadows—too many to ignore. Occasionally one slaps me in the face, prompting me to tap into my serious side.—LINK


BLOG: The Sword Speaks

One’s Journey to Solitude Is Not Measured in Miles

If you're read my book "Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales," you know I was stationed in Japan. Loved it. Would like to back some day. That tour of duty  inspired me to take a stab at writing haiku, a form of Japanese poetry. In this particular case: "The Sword Speaks" (a.k.a. "Masaoka Shiki") which I wrote in Japanese.—LINK

BLOG: Kryptonite Serenade

Never Trust a Superhero Waitin' for a Bus

Once in a while I write poetry. Occasionally I get goofy. Sometimes I do bothat the same time. In this case, what started out years as a single-frame cartoon I drew of Superman sitting on a bus bench made of kryptonite, ended up as a poem about sueprheros.LINK

BLOG: Who Am I Really?

Attack Ads I'd Run Against Me if I Ran for President

Running for President is the worst  job interview in America. By the time your opponents have defined you, even your own Mother will want to change her name and move to another countrywhich got me to thinking: What if I ran for President? What means things might my opponents say against me?LINK

BLOG: Sunday Meditation 14

Smile, God loves you — and me, too

The Milk Bone box on my desk has the photo of a dog with a smile like Jack Nicholson in the the 1989 movie "Batman." It caught my eye, as did the words at the top the box: "Loved Since 1908." My Bible makes a similar promise. In John 3:16. It's how I know I'm loved. And there are times when God's love is the lifeline I need to get me through the day.—LINK

BLOG: CSI Sandon

Gertie the Goose Is Dead; Villagers Outraged, Children Upset

When I read on CNN about a drive-by shooting involving a goose in England, I was intrigued. "What a great CSI episode that would make," I thought. After a little digging, I unearthed an unexpected twist to the story, which I don't reveal until the very end.—LINK


BLOG: I write therefore I am

Happy Birthday to Me!

Singers sing. Dancers dance. Musers muse. I write, therefore I am—a writer. Writers put words on a page for a living. (Think about that for a minute if you suffer from "writer's block." No words; no money.) What do I do when I'm not writing-for-hire? I write at Started about a year ago. So, of course, I wrote about it.—LINK

BLOG: Caught in a Circle of Muses

Dancin’ with the Daughters of Zeus

I'm not a high-falutin kind of guy, but sometimes I nibble around the cultural edges. If you don't like poetry and/or Greek mythology, it would be a myth-take to click on the word "link" at the end of this post. On the other hand, she had a wart.LINK 


BLOG: Some Concepts Are Hard to Swallow

Chews Your Friends — Not Your Friends’ Walls

A few years back I read an article about a woman who chewed through walls. It wasn't that she had some sort of "condition."  She did so because she was an artist —a "Conceptual Artist." The woman's actions inspired me. I decided to become a "Conceptual Humorist." Why? For one reason it sounded like an exceedingly cool title; for another, it seemed a way to radiate the aura of being funny without really having to do the work. —LINK

BLOG: Sunday Meditation 13

'And lead us not unto temptation. . .'

As a teen-ager—many years ago in a Galaxy, far away—the triple-crown challenge of Drugs, Sex & Rock ’n’ Roll came a-knocking. My response? “Yes, yes ’n’ yes.” It was the 1960s. (Need I say more?)  When we get tempted, as I did, we learn something about ourselves. But know this: Tests don’t produce our tendencies; tests reveal them.—LINK