Binge Watching

Maybe, as a child I spent too much time running around barefoot on the sun-scorched, red clay roads of the Deep South, or heard one too many superstitions, sermons, or tall tales. Maybe it was the sounds of the frogs and the saccades, or the wind rustling softly through the low-hanging moss in the ancient oak trees, or perhaps the… Continue reading

Bored at the Hotel

Normally, when I travel, I keep pretty busy.  But this past trip, when I arrived at the hotel, I did a quick digital checkin and then flipped on the TV —a rare thing. I couldn’t find anything of interest; so, I left the TV on HBO with some crazy vampire thing, TrueBlood, about to start. I had some passive knowledge… Continue reading