There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.
  Those who are lucky enough to find it, ease like water over a stone, on to its fluid contours, and are home.
  Some find it in the place of their birth; others may leave a seaside town, parched, and find themselves refreshed in the desert. There are those born in rolling countryside who are really only at ease in the intense and busy loneliness of the city. (from “Damage” by Josephine Hart)

When completing your Facebook profile, you’re asked to “Add Your Hometown,” a term I’ve always found quite … Read More →

Here’s another new song I wrote:

The lyrics are posted here.

Once upon a time, musicians could make money selling records.

Of course, the majority of recording artists—as has been true of artists in virtually every field ever since artists were invented—never sold anything, and even among the select few lucky enough to find an audience for their work, the business suits behind the scenes, such as management and record companies, generally siphoned off the lion share of the profits.

Even so, money, and boatloads of it, could be made just from selling canned music, simply because buying recordings used to be the easiest and often the only way for people to be able to listen to their favorite … Read More →

Presumably, the Cambridges figured there hasn’t been a King George to harry (no pun intended) the wayward colonialists in so long, so they named their first-born moppet George Alexander Louis.

Johnny Cash, of course, would be having a field day immortalizing in song the future king of the empire on which the Sun sets multiple times a day.

Given Will & Kate’s manifest penchant for the subliminal, should the royal GAL get a brother, how about naming him Urban Samuel Albert?

I wrote a new song. Not that I wrote a new song one last time, but that’s the title of the song:

The lyrics are posted here.

Forgive me for posting these somewhat obnoxious-looking topless selfies, but here’s my point:

I’ve been a vegetarian for 20 years, and it really steams my beam whenever I hear some clueless ultracrepidarian dingbat hold forth on how one must feast on steak & potatoes to avoid looking like Gandhi on a hunger strike, and that consuming non-trivial amounts of animal protein on a regular basis is key to building and maintaining muscle mass.

Of course, such views are utter nonsense, and I have the body to prove it, if I may say so myself with all due humility.

Although I do alternate months or years of full-scale veganism with periods where I can’t afford supplements to furnish me with those nutrients “commonly lacking in a vegetarian diet” (such as Vitamin B12), wherefore I intermittently … Read More →