
“If I had a hammer…”

Semi-random musings, poems, and visual images from the journey



“Stay close to me…”

“Don’t let me be alone…”

“It’s tearing apart…”

“My blue heart…”

“Red, red twine, you make me feel so fine
You keep me from coughin’ all of the time
Red, red twine, you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollar when you’re just in my hand.”

Interviewer: “Tell us what you like about Jack Black Turbo Wash.”
Me: “It has a nice consistency and washes off easily without leaving a film. It works well both as a body wash and shampoo — though I’d advise a conditioner. And it smells really good.”

Interviewer: “Okay. What about Kevin Murphy Free Hold Styling Creme?”
Me: “It applies evenly without a heavy build-up. Plus it smells really good.”

Interviewer: “Excellent, thank you. Now what’s the story with Van Der Hagen Shave Butter?”
Me: “It has a smooth texture and is easy to spread without the wasteful excess of heavy shave creams or the drips and droplets of a thinner brand. Oh, and it also smells really good.”

Interviewer: “And, finally, how about the L’Occitane L’Occitan After-Shave Balm?”
Me: “It has a cool, soothing feel that isn’t greasy, and it smells really, really good.”
Interviewer: “And there you have it. Thank you for your time and your insight.”
Me: “My pleasure. Thank you. By the way, what are you wearing?”
Interviewer: “I visited my grandfather before coming here and splashed on some of his old HAI KARATE, just for kicks. You like it?”
Me: “It’s not good. It’s absolutely fantastic! How much would he want for it?!”


AMANZING (adjective): informal variation of “amazing” (causing astonishment, wonder or surprise) that attempts to blunt the dulling effect of overuse and cliche’. A wordjuvenation. A bibliosuction. The younger generation seems stuck in the A’s when picking superlatives, often settling on “amazing” or “awesome,” if not both (as a lone exception, you might also note how frequently young servers will call your food order “perfect”). My coining of “amanzing” was in gentle mocking of this and of the Netflix show “Selling Sunset” (at once self-mocking since I can name all the characters and have my clear favorites). For the uninitiated, it is a highly formulaic reality TV program centered around the upmarket LA brokerage called the Oppenheim Group, led by the two brothers Jason and Brett Oppenheim. In an endlessly looping parade, the wildly overdressed and all-female agents immodestly strut their baubles from the office to oligarchic house listings and back. When they do stop for meals, they mostly just devour each other in a ritual of cyclical back-biting and open confrontation that any fan of “The Real Housewives” franchise — The OZEMPIC Games — will find eyerollingly familiar (and strangely addictive). Friendships and alliances are as fleeting as a cucumber foam. The conversations are devoid of any political, cultural or historical infusion (surely by design), leaving us the two-item menu of real estate porn interwoven with mudslinging realtors who dress like porn stars. And yet what’s not to like? Amanza Smith is a former NFL cheerleader for the Indianapolis Colts who works as an interior decorator for The Oppenheim Group. She is actually one of the coolest and down-to-earth of the bunch, and the term “amanzing” is in honor of her contribution to the continuing and blissful contraction of my cultural horizons.

But our recent trip was to NYC, not LA. And when my wife and I travel to potential hotspots, we play an informal game that we now call “Celebrity Sushi” (unpublished data suggests that upscale sushi restaurants have a strong hit rate, as does 5th Ave). We spent three days in New York and, after setting the OVER/UNDER at 1.5 celebs (my wife took the OVER), we saw no less than 7! They were as follows:
Dylan Baker (on 5th Ave carrying a large book)
Jennifer Connelly and Paul Bettany (at Bondst, a sushi joint!)
John Stamos (at “Gutenberg! The Musical!” He went on stage, which was clearly pre-arranged, but we prefer to believe he was attending the show anyway)
Michael Imperioli (on 5th Ave at a crosswalk)
George Stephanopoulos (on 5th Ave at Central Park wearing large headphones)
Ubah Hassan (on 5th Ave leaving Saks Fifth Avenue)


(From Wikipedia) Frederick Douglass (1817-1895) was born a slave in Talbot County on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. In September 1838, he escaped slavery by boarding a northbound train in Baltimore, MD (not far from where we currently live!). It comes as little surprise that he did it all for the love of a good woman, later his wife. Anna Murray was a free black woman living in Baltimore, and she both encouraged his quest and supplied him with the necessary money and aid. The latter included the sailor’s outfit he wore while carrying the protection papers of a free black seaman. He traveled by rail and steamboat, passing through Wilmington and Philadelphia, en route to the safe house of David Ruggles (who opened the first African-American bookstore in 1834) in New York City. He later had this to say about his newfound freedom upon arrival:
“I lived more in one day than in a year of my slave life. It was a time of joyous excitement which words can but tamely describe. In a letter written to a friend soon after reaching New York, I said: ‘I felt as one might feel upon escape from a den of hungry lions.’ Anguish and grief, like darkness and rain, may be depicted; but gladness and joy, like the rainbow, defy the skill of pen or pencil.”


(From Wikipedia) Oumuamua is the first interstellar object detected passing through the Solar System. It was discovered by the Haleakalā Observatory (Hawaii) in October 2017 on its egress. The planetary system of origin is unknown (perhaps it is a giant space turd born of a colossal celestial being). The name is the Hawaiian word for “a messenger from afar arriving first.” Scientists estimate it between 100 and 1000 meters in length, reddish in color, and faintly redolent of overripe cabbage.







