For August 31, 2015
America likes to think of itself as the Promised Land, or at least as a promised land. The Land of Opportunity. The American Dream. You can be anything you want in America, as long as you are willing to work hard. That’s the idea, right? That’s the big lie, because there are things (like race, like gender) which matter more than how hard you work. It’s the big lie because not everyone gets an opportunity.
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For August 30, 2015
After about a year of therapy we (my therapist and I) have finally started to make some progress. To be clear, this is not my therapist’s fault. I am a believer in being honest in therapy but there were two problems with my approach. One, being honest doesn’t require telling everything. I spent a lot of time not quite getting around to some of the most useful topics. Two, being honest doesn’t do much good if you lie to yourself. Once I realized I was doing that things became more interesting.
Continue reading “Now the joke’s coming up through the soles of my feet”
For August 29, 2015
There’s always another chance at happiness, right? I mean, you are broken-hearted now but you are going to keep trying, right? You aren’t ready to give up, because the next one could be The One. Besides, isn’t the best thing after love the possibility of new love?
Continue reading “I’ve stumbled and I know I’ve made my mistakes”
For August 28, 2015
Have you ever loved someone and thought they loved you and then one day they just stopped talking to you? They didn’t answer the phone and they didn’t respond to texts and that was it? What happens there? How do you go from love to nothing in the blink of an eye? The answer is that you don’t. The end has come and you just didn’t notice.
Continue reading “It’s just nobody knows baby where love goes”
For August 27, 2015
Although my hometown is worse off than it was in some heyday in the distant past, I can say that Main Street is not whitewashed windows and vacant stores. This is mostly because Main Street is not the main commercial street. Places like Merchants Row and Center Street tell a different story. Things seems like they have picked up over the last few years but they seem worse than in my childhood.
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For August 26, 2015
When you are young and you fall in love you think that the other person will make all your dreams come true, or at least make it possible for those dreams to come true, and that you will do the same for them. It doesn’t work that way, of course, because the dreams you have when you are young rarely come true. If you are lucky, your dreams change and some of those dreams come true.
Continue reading “To say I’ll make your dreams come true would be wrong”
For August 25, 2015
I don’t know what my face looks like when I start to fall for someone. I don’t really know what my face looks like in general. I mean, I know what I look like and I can recognize myself in pictures, although they always look backwards to me, reversed from the face I see in the mirror. But I don’t see myself in motion, see myself at unawares, see myself focused on someone else. Is there a sadness there?
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August 24, 2015
Yeah, I was young once. I don’t think I could ever walk like Brando right into the sun and I know I could never dance just like a Casanova, but I had that same beauty that we all have when we’re young. True, I’m more attractive now but the young me had his appeal. I was young once, and in the city.
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With Breaking Bad and Mad Men over and with new series Turn and Halt and Catch Fire not exactly making people forget about those landmark series, AMC did the smart thing and made an alternate version of its biggest hit. Will Fear the Walking Dead become as big a hit as its parent? Probably not, but at least will we get to see the world slowly fall apart.
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For August 23, 2015
Today’s song is similar to yesterday’s, even sharing the line about the wee wee hours. But whereas “Open All Night” is a rave with the narrator racing through the night towards his love, the narrator in “State Trooper” is mostly driving away from something. True, he wants to get back to his baby but there is something else there. Maybe if he drives fast enough, and if the state trooper doesn’t stop him, then he can escape himself.
Continue reading “I got a clear conscience ’bout the things that I done”