Curations from the Human Jungle
(Attention email subscribers ... did you know that many of the images in your email are clickable as videos with sound? Give it a try!) Greg: You watch the news. You hear the body counts. Suddenly, everything took on a new dimension. Reality ... I guess it's called. Del didn't write a lot, but he... Continue Reading →
(Attention email subscribers ... did you know that many of the images in your email are clickable as videos with sound? Give it a try!) Del: The next three weeks were an advanced course in tedium, interrupted only by letters from Greg and Cassandra and nightly dreams of Pamela. An air of fatalism hovered over... Continue Reading →
(Attention email subscribers ... did you know that many of the images in your email are clickable as videos with sound? Give it a try!) Del: On Saturday night, the Brewsters put on a big, celebratory dinner for me. I was wearing borrowed civvies of Greg's. His two sisters were there, Cassandra, and his mother... Continue Reading →
(Attention email subscribers ... did you know that many of the images in your email are clickable as videos with sound? Give it a try!) Six Separate Planets https://videopress.com/v/4zhluJkC?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&posterUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fvideos.files.wordpress.com%2F4zhluJkC%2Fsix-separate-planets_mp4.scrubthumb-1.jpg&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Greg: That first semester at college seemed to last forever. Cassandra was bugging me to teach her the guitar, and she picked it up pretty quickly.... Continue Reading →
Six Separate Planets https://videopress.com/v/4zhluJkC?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&posterUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fvideos.files.wordpress.com%2F4zhluJkC%2Fsix-separate-planets_mp4.scrubthumb-1.jpg&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Greg: That first semester at college seemed to last forever. Cassandra was bugging me to teach her the guitar, and she picked it up pretty quickly. Then she wanted me to teach her Six Separate Planets which was another Little Prince song I had written the previous summer, although we had... Continue Reading →
A Sad Refrain Greg: And, poof! There he was ... gone ... Del ... my classmate ... my bandmate ... my best friend. I was devastated. The plan ... over. College starting next week. Leaving home. Moving into a dorm. No Del. Band over. Cassandra back to high school. What the fuck happened? I tried... Continue Reading →
Is it "graffiti" (two "f"and one "t) or "grafitti"? I can never remember ... The episodes to date have covered a highly-concentrated, but surprisingly broad, spectrum of experiences. Between them our young heroes have fallen in love, experience success on a statewide level, honed their musical craft, become sexually active, gone to the beach (a... Continue Reading →
Del: They say ... don't ask me who the hell "they" are ... there are only two stories in life. 1. A man (I know, not appropriate language these days, but I'm not "they") goes on a journey, 2. A stranger comes to town. I know who I am. Maybe that was the case for... Continue Reading →
Greg: Where does the time go? Doesn't seem that long ago that Cassandra, Del, and I were sitting on Scarborough Beach, and yet when I look in the mirror a lot of water has passed over the dam. Or is it ... "passed under the bridge?" I can't even keep my cliches straight these days.... Continue Reading →
Del: Greg wasn't just into something good, he was into something fantastic. The three of us hung out every day. She must have read us The Little Prince a dozen times. I started dreaming in French, I mean en Francais. That set the theme of the summer. Greg and I were les petits princes. And... Continue Reading →
