Author Archives: derick

Oh man, if this is what my back feels like at 25, I can’t imagine what it will feel like at 75! Yesterday morning, I woke up in agony grasping my back and making geezer-like guttural squawks of pain—to no … Continue reading →

(This is the last despondent political post of the year, I promise.) Is it me, or has this been the longest presidential campaign season ever? What’s worse, it’s just the primaries! We’re only preparing for the real thing. It’s primer! … Continue reading →

Have you ever told anyone before that you’re choosing NOT to vote in the presidential election? I imagine you have. And I can guess the response you’ve gotten, the almost involuntarily emetic regurgitation of that same cliqued expression, “If you … Continue reading →

I sometimes talk/write like what I’ve recently been exposed to. When in the company of London folk, I can’t help but talk London-esque — over-pronouncing every syllable, resorting to olden juvenile forms of censure, words like “Mikey”, “Lick”. Such the … Continue reading →

After several months of programming — and several months of NOT programming — I’ve finally finished a new programming project, codename: Melodie. There are still a few tiny rough edges in the program (as in any program, see MS Vista) … Continue reading →

I am so underread. (And only someone underread would even dare use an expression as ‘underread’.) It’s true, I don’t know a lick of contemporary literature. Except for the names you can’t escape, like Dan Brown, Rowling, or Tolkien, the … Continue reading →

Desert of Sorrows A Strange Desert, Wretched and ill foreboding, A land of Barren plains. Yet ‘fore hope went dry, Steady rhythm resounded, And upon me a Rider came. “To where’s the sun?”, I asked, “And its lesser lantern pair? … Continue reading →

For a while now, “hopefuls” for the 2008 presidential election, have been, well, “hopeless”. They have been nothing more to me than peripheral annoyance. Like that buzzing fly that keeps flapping in your ears, and after every shoo and slap … Continue reading →

It is the most wonderful time of the year. (Now, re-read that last sentence chirping that tireless melody — yes, you know which one.) Christmas doesn’t come in December — silly rabbit — it comes in November (now). Daylight’s savings … Continue reading →

Two men, one old, one older, Sat together, fierce in thoughts, Yet mutely lashing each n’other. The one had pinned his mare, To the very chambers of his stable. The other slyly skimped perimeter, Advancing slowly towards the center. And … Continue reading →