Ninjas In Vegas
When I was a small child – and I don’t think I’m going out on a limb by saying this statement surely holds true for many other little boys in the late ‘80s to early ‘90s - two staples of my early television viewing were Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Double Dare. The former was a cartoon fantasy turned live-action movie which glorified the ninja and amphibian lifestyles, respectively. The latter was a family gameshow...
We’ll Be Back With Your Regularly Scheduled Miley Bashing After These Messages
I have a confession to make: I watched the VMAs last week. At the time it actually aired. It’s been many years of distancing myself from anything MTV-related, but for a variety of random reasons – mostly due to stumbling upon east-coast reactions before it came on out here – I found myself seated in front of the television as famous teenagers I had never heard of walked the red carpet a few blocks from my wife’s former...
Urban Camping, Huh?
My wife works in home healthcare. In its most basic sense, this profession is exactly what it sounds like: a nurse or a therapist does home visits for patients who have recently been discharged from the hospital. Pretty simple. Things have the potential to get complicated when the whole “walking blindly into a stranger’s home” part gets introduced. You might end up in a standard, single family home. You also might end up in dusty...
Medscapades, Vol. III
I work in hospital settings. Sometimes wacky stuff happens. Names and details have been altered to respect privacy. Volume III: The Perils Of Upright When a person has sustained a severe injury – I’m not talking torn ACL, I’m talking fractured spine – the rehab process is a long, difficult journey, to say the least. The physical pain and effort required to ‘get better’ can at times seem like nothing short of torture, and...
Inside Outside Lands: Sunday
Our sunny, fun, and rocking Saturday begot a sunburnt, sore, and dehydrated Sunday morning. I entertained the idea that maybe I was starting to get to be too old for this, a notion that seemed more real as I stood inside a packed train with young Californians pontificating about the psychotropic principles of the molly-absinthe combo that had put them in such a good frame of mind the previous night. Fortunately, the slate of bands...
Inside Outside Lands: Saturday
Our west coast correspondent braved the clouds of rain, dust, and funky cigarette smoke at this past weekend’s music and arts festival in San Francisco. We awoke the next morning in our own beds, tired but basking in the afterglow of Paul McCartney. We took our time getting ready and went out to breakfast. We sipped our coffee at a streetside cafe and walked back home to prepare for the day. Yeah, I think I can get used...