Archive for the 'Life, The Universe & Everything' Category

OHIO REPUBLICAN SEN. ROBERT JONES PORTMAN:
SAY NO TO S. 720, THE ISRAEL ANTI-BOYCOTT ACT…

July 21st, 2017

People who know me know that I am a rabid supporter of the First Amendment of our Constitution to the extreme that I think we do have a right to shout fire in a crowded theater. There is no more vital right of an American citizen that that of free speech. That is why I […]

OBSESSION WITH PRODUCTIVITY NOT PRODUCTIVE…

July 19th, 2017

So, over the past three years I’ve been gradually working myself through Oliver Burkeman’s opus: This Column Will Change Your Life—yes, the title is tongue-in-cheek—because, like Burkeman, I have a lifelong obsession with being better. For me, the focus began in high school when I stole the book How To Study Better And Get Higher […]

NOT A GREAT, BUT THE GREATEST EVER…!

July 9th, 2017

WELL, MR. PETERS, PRESIDENT TRUMP DISAGREES…

July 3rd, 2017

I GAVE AWAY 1,425 BOOKS YESTERDAY…

July 2nd, 2017

Long-time readers of Have Coffee Will Write are familiar with these photos taken nearly 15 years ago after I realized a lifetime dream of having floor-to-ceiling bookcases. Yesterday I eliminated eight of the 16 shelves worth of books. Many went to Mac’s Backs on Coventry in Cleveland Heights, and the balance are now part of […]

WHAT WILL YOU GET DONE BY 10 A.M. TODAY…?

June 19th, 2017

Previously…

WHY I KEEP MY RECEIPTS AND WARRANTIES…

June 16th, 2017

So, back in June of 1992, I bought a Trek 800 Antelope like the one above. This month, three days shy of the bike’s 25th anniversary, the frame broke, snapping the frame/chainstay all the way through at dropout on drivetrain side. At first I went online to see if the frame was repairable, but I […]

ALBERT CAMUS ON DEATH, GOD AND FREEDOM…

June 11th, 2017

I went on a bit of a Camus jag a few years ago, reading The Stranger, The Myth of Sisyphus and several other of his essays and then earlier this year, at the recommendation of Charles Johnson in his The Way Of The Writer, I began reading Camus’ notebooks. Doing so led me this morning […]

WHEN A CELEBRATION BECOMES HURTFUL…?

June 9th, 2017

I’ll confess that in my ignorance, I sometimes don’t get why someone is offended, but I’m a 62-year-old white guy living in the United States of America privileged by an accident (no, really, I was an accident) of birth, so that’s not an uncommon state. When I read The Central Student Association’s apology for playing […]

THIS IS PRECISELY HOW I FEEL (PLUS ONE DOG*)…

May 28th, 2017

*And a cat…

ACKNOWLEDGING IGNORANCE IS IMPORTANT…

May 22nd, 2017

I tell students that I awaken each morning celebrating my own ignorance because that means I get to learn new information. Yet, back in the ’90s a young man on my staff told me that I was intimidating because I always seemed to have information just waiting between my ears to answer a particular question. […]

A PERFECT MANTRA FOR WRITERS…

May 15th, 2017

Previously…

FIRST ACCEPT THAT EVERYTHING IS DERIVATIVE…

April 4th, 2017

One of the lessons I learned in my 20s by watching James Burke’s Connections was that everything new has, by necessity, roots in that which already exists. Creativity, as I understand the process, involves seeing what is in front of you in a different way, of adding one to one and getting three. Nothing is […]

WE’RE DOOMED IF THEY FIGURE OUT THE FRIDGE…

March 28th, 2017

Forget computer screens and ordering online. I’ve often remarked to Mary Jo that if either Buster or Gillighan ever figure out that the door to the refrigerator opens the same way as every other door in the house—both dogs are adept at pawing open other doors—we’re doomed.

FOR MY DAD, WHO DROVE ONE OF THE GIANTS…

March 27th, 2017

At timemark 0:57 a father an son stand at a crossing while a giant chugs past. The narrator says, Lucky the boy who could one day say he had seen them in action. My father not only was lucky enough to see the giants in action, but in Fairmont, West Virginia, where he lived for […]

BUZZARDS BACK AT HINCKLEY THE WEE COTTAGE…

March 22nd, 2017

Four of the turkey buzzards stopped in at our home this morning (and drove the dogs mad with their invasion). These two were close enough for Mary Jo to capture in one photo.

TAKING A WALK TO THE RABBIT HOLE…

March 22nd, 2017

I am a lifelong accumulator, a finder of the trivial and unconnected. In my woke mind I assemble a gestalt of bits and bobs that occasionally reach out to each other in momentarily flashes of synergy to pass for genius. This, perhaps, is why I treasured my first library card and spent whole days in […]

A READER WRITES TO THE ATLANTIC MAGAZINE…

March 2nd, 2017

Reader Response—From a midshipman at the Naval Academy who “thought you might be interested in hearing a reaction to the President’s speech from an officer in training” I was profoundly disturbed by the moment surrounding the exaltation of Senior Chief Owens and his widow. Most news analysis marked it as the highlight of the speech. […]

DYDD GŴYL DEWI HAPUS!

March 1st, 2017

PHOTO BY MARY JO HANLON I’m only one-quarter Welsh from my father’s mother whose grandfather Thomas Evans came to America from Newtown, Wales in 1872, but I’ve come to identify more with that part of my heritage than any other to the extent that I have a Welsh flag hung over the fireplace in my […]

THE AMERICAN DREAM CAN BE A NIGHTMARE…

February 22nd, 2017

When the economy allowed us to live in the same community and draw a paycheck from the same company for decades, then buying a home, putting down roots, made a lot of sense. That was the American dream. That dream went away with globalization and the rise of economies that were not as great as […]

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