I’m older than I’ve ever been and now I’m even older
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to remember what it was like to be nineteen. Um, I didn’t sleep as much, and I didn’t hurt as much, and other people didn’t so much exist.
Don’t know my right from my left
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In Which Your Humble Blogger crosses down left, then down right, and comes back up center. Or was that down right and then up left?
The Wrong Way, and the other Wrong Way
In Which people are different, one to another, which is what makes the rehearsal process so interesting and fun.
Book Report: Sharing Knife 3: Passage
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In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to spoil a book’s, er, plot-related program activites.
Yellow cables, yellow cables, tuppence a bag!
In Which Your Humble Blogger follows his first impulse, hoping there will be no regrets later.
Sounding like Bert
In Which Your Umble Blogger practices is haccent.
From Dependence to Independence: a citizenship story
In Which Your Humble Blogger is rather transparently begging for another one of those great comment threads where everybody writes essays demolishing YHB’s point, but raising lots of new questions.
Haftorah Chukat
In Which Your Humble Blogger knew Balak the son of Zippor, king of Moab. I worked with Balak the son of Zippor, king of Moab. Balak the son of Zippor, king of Moab, was a friend of mine. And you, Senator, are no Balak the son of Zippor, king of Moab.
My Hat
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In Which Your Humble Blogger would indeed be hhhhhhonored by your condescension, ma’am.
A Man’s Home Is His Hassle
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes the date, or at least tomorrow’s date.