Dear readers: This is my second official Exhibit A column even though I have published other works here previously. I’d like to use it to introduce myself beyond the brief bio that is on the site. And I’d like to articulate what I’d like to do for you, the reader. You are bombarded with media […]
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Guatemala: Our Culture is Our Resistance Exhibition of Documentary Photography Photographs by Jonathan Moller PPSC Studio West Gallery, 22 N. Sierra Madre March 13 to April 21, 2023
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Music is one of those things in life that can stir up a lot of emotional debate. First is, of course, arguments over which musical style–Hip Hop, Country, Jazz, etc.–is best. Then there are disagreements about the best songs an artist has recorded. And then there are covers of existing songs by other artists, particularly
My favorite web site (besides USR of course) is I Fucking Love Science. For the uninitiated, it is a site devoted to awesome new science discoveries, science jokes, and geek paraphernalia. Think of it as a rock and roll science site complete with t-shirts, jewelry, and posters. What I think is even cooler is that
A guy in Connecticut was arrested recently after he had a meltdown over a bad haircut. In spite of my current expanding forehead situation, I can totally relate. As a child of the sixties, hair wars comprised much of my life. Exhibit A was my high school. Every day, the dean of boys walked the
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One of the books that I drew inspiration from during my teacher preparation days was How 2 Gerbils, 20 Goldfish, 200 Games, 2000 Books, and I Taught Them How to Read by Steven Daniels. His first year of teaching in an inner city school was a disaster. But he learned from it and became a
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I carefully arranged Blackie, my stuffed dog, on the sky blue table top. I made sure he had a good view of the 13 inch Philco TV. Blackie was my constant companion and every night I rubbed his velvet ears against my cheek as I sucked my thumb and went to sleep. I sat down
“Here,” said Ray, handing me the screwdriver and taking the flashlight. “You’re smaller than me. Maybe you can fit in there.” He shone the light down on the small block Chevy 283. “I need you to get that screwdriver right there and see if you can beak the seal.” We were standing in a parking
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I was raised in a cult. . . the Catholic Church. Okay, so technically it’s not considered a cult. At least not today. But, back in Roman times, it was. And it certainly acts like a cult. Once a year they make you put a carbon cross on your forehead so you look like a
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My head was hurting. A lot. Not quite to the point of wanting to throw up, but close. Not a migraine which I do not get. It was a sinus headache, which I do get thanks to some unpleasant encounters with a baseball during my childhood. I have Tylenol for such occasions, but it was