BURGER SCOOT

  • The Debut of the (Sacramento) A’s

    The Debut of the (Sacramento) A’s

    I’m sure the few people who read my blog are tired of me pissing all over John Fisher and my ex-favorite team. “The A’s are even closer now! They are in our hometown!” Or “I was never an A’s fan, but now I can see Major League teams play here in River City!” Still, I… Read more

  • Observations From the Mat #10: Are Yoga Mats Really Necessary?

    Observations From the Mat #10: Are Yoga Mats Really Necessary?

    In my practice, this question has been raised occasionally, mostly in books I have read: Are yoga mats essential? Below is a combination of the old question and new information with a possible answer for me. When I became interested in yoga nearly twenty years ago, I recall attempting and ultimately failing to create and… Read more

  • The Dive

    The Dive

    This story was originally posted as a Six-Sentence Story hosted by GirlieOnTheEdge. Not being tall, dark, and handsome, my mating techniques featured humor and self-deprecation. So when my wife reminded me of this story, I told her when we were dating years ago, I wanted to flesh it out a little longer than six sentences.… Read more

  • The Hole in My Chest: A Six Sentence Story

    The Hole in My Chest: A Six Sentence Story

    Back in early January of 2023, I had my gallbladder removed; it was done via a laparoscopy: the surgical team made four incisions in my belly: one for a camera (the laparoscope), one for a tube to fill my gut with gas to open the surgical field, and two other incisions. I never asked what… Read more

  • Perfect Rice: A Six Sentence Story

    Perfect Rice: A Six Sentence Story

    I love our rice cooker; it makes perfect rice every time, but my wife says it is a hassle to clean, but that doesn’t make any sense; she means it is a hassle to store and haul out when needed again, but clean-up is easier than scrubbing a saucepan—especially when I’m making (burning) the rice.… Read more

  • I’ll Stick With Land: A Six Sentence Story

    I’ll Stick With Land: A Six Sentence Story

    I was about two hundred feet underwater when I felt I had to force oxygen into my lungs, and I didn’t think I could hold my breath as I swam fast, but not too fast to the surface so I wouldn’t suffer what divers call “the bends”–decompression sickness. It was 1977, and I was diving… Read more