Archives for May 2020

From Warren Buffet’s Berkshire Hathaway annual briefing to American Idol, these things are falling into the dull un-energized sink-hole of a video conferencing app.

There’s no crowd, no audience, no communion of energy shared.

The thrill is gone, the energy is gone.

Replacing sex with a conversation about sex is a lesson in disappointment. It’s no substitute.

If what you want is not available, not on the menu and you still want a special and enjoyable experience, your best bet is to order Something Completely Different, not a sad second best.

Nobody knows about the wild birds, the ones who fly beyond.

We have arguments in verse and songs in terse form, that’s when the sun is too hot.

We are skipping along a path of art and tulips, it is a path lined with small, friendly trees.

Don’t wait, no pause, nor applause…we know you and you do too.

Now sit and reflect on the lack of rules, the presence of mental tools….by the pond.

The Ford, the Fall, and ánimos.

Just think of it. Or, consider possible connections.

Your assignment should you wish to be a good student, is to work on the meanings and possibilities and then bake a cake.

This is ancient wisdom – perhaps. Or, is it just a test?!

Melting like a soft joke falling on slightly blocked ears.

We are the best organizers in the world. Specializing in last-minute scenarios: panic weddings, unexpected sunshine, longer than normal ski seasons, and of course, romantic splurges.

What is melting? We don’t have time for that now. We’re using logistical magic, imagination and surprising intelligence (even we are impressed!) to create an event which would have been enjoyed yesterday if our clients had woken in time to instruct us.

Don’t leave home without our VIP phone number!

Sending cinders to the tailor. Memories of Norman Mailer.

He spoke with the lilt of a boxer from the Emerald Isles – he would have liked that image I think.

Everything had the after-effect as caused by the timbre of Tuscan Italian spoken softly, but with the strength of a raging bull.

Each sentence was a self-contained poem, and left hook.

An American dream, an occasional nightmare and great dinner invitations.