So here’s the plotline. Five young men and women – all orphaned – wake up in a room unlike any other. Staircases that go long distances to nowhere. And a red food machine that will only dispense nutrients if the teenagers perform specific gestures. Forget Hunger Games or Twilight or any of the other dystopian…
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Tranquility
The weather’s going to get warmer. I’m already loading my cameras with film. And I’m off to make those journeys. There are moments in my life where, when I take a picture of an object or a skyline or a horizon or an anything, I imagine a tranquility in my life. It’s something I’ve felt…
Read MoreThe “unfortunately” letter
I’ve learned through the years to accept failure. I don’t have to like it, I don’t have to celebrate it, but I do have to acknowledge it. Failure can mean anything from my photos not getting accepted into a show, to missing out on a trivia competition, to drawing four kings in poker and losing…
Read MoreEyebleach from Wunsapana Farm
Teri Conroy is a very good friend of mine, she operates a hobby farm in Altamont that is home to more than a dozen llamas (along with chickens and an alpaca). With homage to her previous life as a writer of children’s books, she named the farm Wunsapana Farm. Say it five times fast, you’ll…
Read MoreThanks for all the good things, All Over Albany
It was ten years ago – way back when my blog was hosted on a do-it-yourself blogspot.com blogging platform – that I first met Greg Dahlmann and Mary Darcy. They were the operators of a Capital District-themed news and information website, All Over Albany. Both were friendly and encouraging, and they hosted my blog on…
Read MoreSix years ago …
Six years ago, twenty young children finished their breakfasts, kissed their parents goodbye, and went to school. By the end of that day, twenty young children would never see their loved ones again. Because today is the horrible anniversary, six years ago, of one of the deadliest and most horrific mass shootings in American history…
Read MoreIn dreams, the Pakistan Blues arrive …
Somewhere in the inky night between sleep, slumber and somnolence, I had a dream. And although we all say we remember every part of every dream … in this case, I could only remember fragments. Unconnected, dissonant fragments – something about listening to the radio, and hearing George Harrison playing a song called “Pakistan Blues.”…
Read MoreAre you able to help some teenage girls this Christmas?
Pastor Charlie Muller has achieved so much in his quest to make the Capital Region a better place. And this year, he needs your help. See, Pastor Muller has taken care of many young people over the years, those who have survived abusive home lives, or who need to find a better home than the…
Read MoreThe 35-cent Escape (Thank you, Stan Lee)
Stan Lee saved my childhood sanity and my childhood life. So did Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko and George Perez and Marv Wolfman and Bill Mantlo and the rest of the Marvel Comics creative team. Which is why the passing of Stan Lee yesterday – at the ripe age of 95 – still seems like…
Read MoreFor the innocent souls of Squirrel Hill
אבל: יִתְגַּדַּל וְיִתְקַדַּשׁ שְׁמֵהּ רַבָּא. [קהל: אמן] בְּעָלְמָא דִּי בְרָא כִרְעוּתֵהּ וְיַמְלִיךְ מַלְכוּתֵהּ בְּחַיֵּיכון וּבְיומֵיכון וּבְחַיֵּי דְכָל בֵּית יִשרָאֵל בַּעֲגָלָא וּבִזְמַן קָרִיב, וְאִמְרוּ אָמֵן: [קהל: אמן] קהל ואבל: יְהֵא שְׁמֵהּ רַבָּא מְבָרַךְ לְעָלַם וּלְעָלְמֵי עָלְמַיָּא: אבל: יִתְבָּרַךְ וְיִשְׁתַּבַּח וְיִתְפָּאַר וְיִתְרומַם וְיִתְנַשּא וְיִתְהַדָּר וְיִתְעַלֶּה וְיִתְהַלָּל שְׁמֵהּ דְּקֻדְשָׁא. בְּרִיךְ הוּא. [קהל: בריך הוא:] לְעֵלָּא מִן כָּל בִּרְכָתָא בעשי”ת: לְעֵלָּא לְעֵלָּא מִכָּל וְשִׁירָתָא תֻּשְׁבְּחָתָא וְנֶחֱמָתָא דַּאֲמִירָן…
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