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Finding Fidelity – Take This Job and Shove it
Posted on September 26, 2022 Leave a Comment
Rather than thrifting, napping, or just blowing off lunch, Leo and I had begun a weekly ritual of sharing lunch on his newly reconditioned redwood picnic. This always occurred on Tuesdays. Under the circumstances of my life at the moment, this seemed apropos. As is the natural evolution of things, I was tasked with ordering, […]
Finding Fidelity – Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Posted on August 24, 2022 Leave a Comment
I hiked the parking lot, climbed the stairwell, and traversed the nondescript grayish industrial carpet squares leading to my cubicle. As I snuggled into my perfectly ergonomic chair, I glanced at the vintage analog clock frittering away time just below my dual monitor cleavage. It was a miniature brass Dunhaven mantle clock with a ticking […]
The Busiest Empty Space
Posted on July 31, 2022 Leave a Comment
It was sheer sensual blight. Up to this point, it was something literally unimaginable for Sam. There were blinking, spinning, and undulating lights, there were screens showing all manner of everything, there was music pouring from everywhere and everything. It was lousy with a frenetic vibe that would overdose even the most Zen humanoid. It […]
The Dance of the Cubes
Posted on July 9, 2022 1 Comment
The way the ice cubes glided, swooned even, around the bottom of the glass made Sam both happy and sad. Those final dance moves were special, sublime even. But when she took the last sip of the magic elixir that suspended the dancers, they began to simply collide at the bottom of her glass. Without […]
Finding Fidelity – The Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades
Posted on March 20, 2022 1 Comment
“Jezuz!” I exclaimed out loud to no one in deadpan alley. I remembered why I hadn’t eaten, and why I was so fucking hungry—blood draw day for the “corporate wellness program”. Apparently, one is at the pinnacle of health when one has not eaten for at least 12 hours (or longer). I posited that there […]
Finding Fidelity – Knocking on Heaven’s Door
Posted on January 24, 2022 1 Comment
We both sat silently leafing through our respective magazines for what seemed like a half dozen eternities. The whole scene struck me as absurd. At least half of the people in the vast waiting zone were terrified about the forthcoming tests and test results. Even in their own tiny support groups, everyone was isolated inside […]
Finding Fidelity — Downtown Train
Posted on October 4, 2021 2 Comments
Josie and Drew had suffered a slew of white-trashy daycare providers. It occurred to me that Brandon and I had as well. In Minnesota, white-trashy daycare providers were a rite of passage for latchkey kids. Most of them were divorced women with deadbeat ex-husbands, multiple kids, and shitty jobs. As such, they could barely afford daycare for their own kids. To remedy this, they quit their shitty jobs […]
Finding Fidelity—Demolition man
Posted on September 3, 2021 Leave a Comment
Just as spring arrived none-too-soon, Brandon and I were putting the kitchen back together and restoring the powder room to functional status. Everyone was thankful for the simple luxury of no longer having to run upstairs (or outside) to pee or eat. By the time summer was patiently waiting backstage, we managed to wrap up […]
Finding Fidelity, the emails
Posted on July 18, 2021 Leave a Comment
As Drew simulated an earthquake causing some of the trains to derail and dangle over the edge of the stage, I mean cliff, I selected the first catastrophe in my inbox to tackle. This morning, it was scheduling a lunch with the sales dude from our main ECM software vendor. I always found these charades […]
Dancing Queen
Posted on October 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
Like the rest of the servers, a crisply uniformed automaton bartender presented their drinks in a manner so efficient, Kenny wondered if their motions were being choreographed by a central consciousness. He mainlined half his G&T on the first lift. He dropped the remaining half of his drink on the bar and turned his attention back to Sam, who was gingerly […]
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