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  Traveling the Mobius Strip Childhood and Adolescence The Parable of the Sea Wall “Something by someone close to me has been done to me and so well and so insidiously and so powerfully, systematically, slyly and cunningly and incremently, over eons of psychic time, that it has taken more than half my life to become “aware” of it.” The Parable of the Sea Wall “…Without words we headed home. My mother (The great She!) walked behind me, strap in hand, never used, her Roman fasces, her emblematic authority, her sign. She followed me across the breadth of the project…

All I ever need to know about life I learned from Star Trek. I pre-registered at the UNLV Division of Educational Outreach last Saturday in preparation of taking a few courses in the next few months. I am trying to counter the boredom of this state and to engage my own self in terms of trying to get out of the box I’ve painted myself in. I need more than write. Sorry to admit it, I do need the interaction of other human beings. Shucks! It was refreshing to see so many graybeards of varying dynamism, one instructor of a writing…

In 1958 Eisenhower was still in office. It felt to me that the entire country was in a comfortable snooze. I attended Jamaica High School, a huge mound of bricks, granite and concrete that stood on an imposing hillock across the street from a kettle pond made by the glaciers thousand of years ago. The entire north shore was terminal moraine that ran through Queens out to Long Island. All kinds of students had graduated here, even Josef von Sternberg (Josef Sternberg), the famed director of  Marlene Dietrich. I was in my senior year and it proved to be a bitter one for me.…

When I come to write a new blog I review all kinds of things in my mind, hoping to choose a viable theme or a topic that will make me commit myself to writing something of some worth. Unlike other bloggers, I have no “followers.” I just write my merry heart out and post it to cyberspace which really means it is an essay written by myself to myself, because no one gives a damn about what I am writing on this blog. So blogging for me is just a weekly attempt to keep my pen in the inkwell, if you will. [I have…