I realize it is unproductive to dwell on the past and turn the tv on. It is muted, but I think the pictures will at least occupy me. The host is bidding farewell to a very tall Asian man, whom I assume is a basketball player, and then the words flash on the screen: UP … Continue reading As they say in Rockford, nothing happens here but terrible, boring things
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“That’s cool,” I said. “But I’m taking the stapler with me.”
The tie emboldened me as I had hoped it would. For some months I had been trying to get a new stapler for my department but found myself thwarted at every turn. The chain of command had to be followed precisely, and any deviance could end in termination. First my department chair would be notified … Continue reading “That’s cool,” I said. “But I’m taking the stapler with me.”
One of the kids standing up in the back seat is holding an AR-15
The Dallas streets are mostly empty, and I kick my way around the block, ambling generally in the direction of my car, but in no hurry. I hear a distant yell, and squealing tires. I turn and see some teenagers joyriding a convertible. The driver is straightening out after a high-speed drift through a red … Continue reading One of the kids standing up in the back seat is holding an AR-15
Among those in our profession, a deep reverence for Ragnarok is often observed.
Of all the ancient tribal tales of the end, none resonates as deeply as the Vikings’. The Christian Revelation we write off as the secret code that enabled the early church to meet, the Mayan calendar we dismiss as cyclical. But the Viking’s prophecy of Ragnarok? That’s some serious shit that is really going to … Continue reading Among those in our profession, a deep reverence for Ragnarok is often observed.
A group of multicultural young adults steps out of an alley led by a young woman who appears to be Polynesian.
A group of multicultural young adults steps out of an alley led by a young woman who appears to be Polynesian. She points at me. “Him! Knock him out!” “Is this the knockout game,” I ask. “Yes,” she growls. “OK, but you’re making a big mistake.” “We’ll see who is making a mistake!” barks the … Continue reading A group of multicultural young adults steps out of an alley led by a young woman who appears to be Polynesian.
Author Mark Miller 