Some ticket stubs from the eighties. Gives you an idea of what I was listening to.

This is but a selection of all the concerts I actually saw. Many are missing. What were you listening to?

What can I say about A Night to Remember? It was fun to shoot. I died. I was a terrible actor, but I made a better corpse. Kip and I had fun. I got to have a tuxedo cut off of me by paramedics. I had my face covered in plaster to make my head wounds. We ate spaghetti.
It was an experience. Of course, Kip was the lead — since he actually could act — and I was the friend, a microcosm of our real-life relationship. I remember a scene where we were supposed to be buying drugs — from some black guys, of course. Near the end of the scene, cops showed up, and the dealers were supposed to make a run for it. They did, and I think these guys just kept going.
The night we shot the wreck, I remember it raining. I had to act unconscious as the paramedics dragged me from the car and cut my tux off. Did I mention it was raining? See the penultimate paragraph in the article above. I think I was just mad I didn’t get to keep my tux. At least I didn’t wear the magenta skivvies.
As I said, it was a good time. And even though Kip kills everyone, at least he goes to jail at the end. Spoiler alert.
Kip, what was the director’s name?

What can I say about A Night to Remember? It was fun to shoot. I died. I was a terrible actor, but I made a better corpse. Kip and I had fun. I got to have a tuxedo cut off of me by paramedics. I had my face covered in plaster to make my head wounds. We ate spaghetti.

It was an experience. Of course, Kip was the lead — since he actually could act — and I was the friend, a microcosm of our real-life relationship. I remember a scene where we were supposed to be buying drugs — from some black guys, of course. Near the end of the scene, cops showed up, and the dealers were supposed to make a run for it. They did, and I think these guys just kept going.

The night we shot the wreck, I remember it raining. I had to act unconscious as the paramedics dragged me from the car and cut my tux off. Did I mention it was raining? See the penultimate paragraph in the article above. I think I was just mad I didn’t get to keep my tux. At least I didn’t wear the magenta skivvies.

As I said, it was a good time. And even though Kip kills everyone, at least he goes to jail at the end. Spoiler alert.

Kip, what was the director’s name?

A page from The Pentangle, the literary magazine published at Manatee Community College, Spring 1992.
My sonnet, “Shakespeare’s Lament,” was chosen for publication. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I knew most of the editorial board. Still, looking though the magazine, I can’t help but be impressed with the quality of the publication. Not only is the work good, but the magazine itself is printed on good paper and the cover is a strong card stock. My 22-year-old copy was in almost perfect shape.
I can’t really comment on the quality of my sonnet, but I can say that I was proud to be a part of such a great publication. My friends Erich, Vicki, and Christi knew what they were doing. I should also give thanks to Shakespeare for letting me borrow (plagiarize?) his Sonnet 130.

A page from The Pentangle, the literary magazine published at Manatee Community College, Spring 1992.

My sonnet, “Shakespeare’s Lament,” was chosen for publication. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I knew most of the editorial board. Still, looking though the magazine, I can’t help but be impressed with the quality of the publication. Not only is the work good, but the magazine itself is printed on good paper and the cover is a strong card stock. My 22-year-old copy was in almost perfect shape.

I can’t really comment on the quality of my sonnet, but I can say that I was proud to be a part of such a great publication. My friends Erich, Vicki, and Christi knew what they were doing. I should also give thanks to Shakespeare for letting me borrow (plagiarize?) his Sonnet 130.

Do This One Thing a Day to Defeat Clutter Forever

I started this yesterday: get rid of ten things a day on my quest toward minimalism. I’ve started with old memorabilia: scanning it to high-quality bits, then trashing the atoms. Things like old yellowing photographs, papers, drawings, awards, letters, and other random bits of paper can easily be sacrificed. Not only am I getting rid of things, I’m having a good time going through the artifacts of my life. I’ve been posting some of them on my other web site as well as a few things here.

Today, Autumn and I spent fifteen minutes and cleaned out a kitchen drawer full of utensils. The drawer is much more organized and decluttered now, and we have a bag of extras to take to Goodwill tomorrow.

Yeah, this is going to work.

Even then, it was obvious. I was a geek.

Even then, it was obvious. I was a geek.

Another NOLA postcard from Zombie’s House of VooDoo.

Another NOLA postcard from Zombie’s House of VooDoo.

“Mr. Bones and the Heart”: a postcard I got in New Orleans years ago.
On the back it states: a “19th century image: A. Uysal.”

“Mr. Bones and the Heart”: a postcard I got in New Orleans years ago.

On the back it states: a “19th century image: A. Uysal.”

A Holga shot from Riverside Cemetery, Macon, GA.

A Holga shot from Riverside Cemetery, Macon, GA.

Yes, my first degree was an Associate of Arts. I enjoyed my time at MCC, and I was lucky enough to have some great professors.

Yes, my first degree was an Associate of Arts. I enjoyed my time at MCC, and I was lucky enough to have some great professors.

Do No Harm

When your doctor and your insurance company disagree, guess who gets harmed?