By: Christopher Aloysius Mariotti
Time moves, man: sometimes slowly, sometimes sideways, sometimes with unbearable celerity. But its constant is always motion.
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Moving, just keep moving…
I’m in a pissy mood today for various reason. Maybe you’ll get my Letterman wrap-up tomorrow…or maybe you won’t. I’ve got work to get on with today, my foot is paining me and my right hip echoes its concerns, I have a long community meeting tonight, and I didn’t get to sleep until after 2:00 am because my dog is a little asshole. 96 more words
We’ve all felt that sensation, where hearing an old song can transport you back in time. And for those of us of a certain age, there is the larger, deeper, version where listening to new music from an artist we’ve followed since we were young, can touch a special place in our souls, and resonate more greatly than almost anything else. 804 more words