Category: Writing
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To Use AI or Not to Use AI
I started a post and ran out of inspiration fast. I just didn’t want to finish it. It’s a bad sign when a blogger doesn’t want to write about himself, but this isn’t a new thing for me, I have 46 other posts-in-the-making or outlines for a posts, or just…
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Until my next post: Here’s a dream interlude
That’s not me. I wear a C-PAP. I haven’t posted anything recently, so in the spirit of just posting a writing exercise, here’s a dream I had recently. Dreams for me are special because I have or remember so very few of them. (I have/recall maybe one dream every 100…
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An update from an old post about my weight, diet, and yoga practice
On March 19, 2017, I posted a 192-word blurb about the struggle I was going through at the time: laziness and overeating vs. practicing yoga and eating healthier. Unfortunately, I gave the post the uninspiring title “Battle Royale.” Also, I was unaware that the title is from a book that…
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Frozen in a field of Pradas
“Maximus has something in his mouth!” Janet frantically whispered to Brandon, waking him up. “He’s under the bed!” When Brandon shined his Maglite under the bed, he saw a three-inch field mouse–scampering into their closet. “What is it?” “It’s a mouse, presumably drowning in your Pradas.” “Ew!” Brandon found the…
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ShoeShining Optimism
Looking through the Pennysaver, Jack found the shop where he used to have his shoes repaired before COVID-19 turned his city into a ghost town had reopened. Besides shoe repairs, Ben, the owner, was back to shining shoes! Wouldn’t it be nice to step up on the shoeshine stand and…
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Snacking Marks a Relationship
When they started dating, they drank sodas in her Mom’s kitchen. On the sly, they would taste each other’s sugary drinks whenever they kissed—which was often. In college, they explored each other’s tastes in movies—she would pick one on one date, he would select one the next date. They enjoyed…
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This is Not a Story About Mice
This isn’t a story about mice. If you want one of those, scroll down. This is a story about Sunny, the pound trash tabby that stalked mice when the sun went down. This is the story of Sunny’s owners, who often got little sleep when Sunny brought in half-dead mice…
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Molten Lava Macchiatos
Larry liked the convenience of the corner cafe—it was an easy walk from his home. The problem was the baristas always made the coffee as hot as molten lava. Many times he asked if there was a way to make the drinks less searing, but he would receive the same…
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God’s Not a Mets Fan
“Just look at that young man in that cowboy hat,” she whispered to her husband. “He should remove that when he’s in church.” “Times change. Younger generations don’t seem to care,” her husband replied indifferently. Then, suddenly objecting, “How come it’s okay that women can wear big fancy hats? Doesn’t…
BURGER SCOOT 