I found myself sat in a small, wooden chair within a good sized cage. Behind me, sat outside the cage were three dogs eyeing me intently. Inside the cage in front of me was small wooden box with an opening facing me. Through that opening, by the light of a bulb lit within, I could see pieces of newspapers spread like a kind of carpet on the floor. Resting in a heap to one side was a seething mass of puppies, making those funny chirping sounds that fat, contented puppies make. Then, from one side of the opening came a single puppy. He was about the length of my hand, unsteadyish on his feet still. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. He tumbled out of the box, regained his composure and walked over to me. He gently took the end of one of my shoe laces into his teeth and stepped back until he had successfully untied my shoe. He then walked back over between my feet, sat down, curled up, and went to sleep. This was my first encounter with my future brother, Cosmo.Continue reading “My Silent Brother, Cosmo”
I get a lot of questions about this blog these days so it seems wise to cover some of the basics. In journalistic terms we call ‘the who, what, when, where, and why,’ the five Ws.Continue reading “The Five Ws of Winging It”
It seems almost comical to think what used to rock our worlds. A first bicycle, a first kiss. Then the ante was raised to the first car, the first shag. The trend seemed irreversible. With every passing year the pains and pleasures became more intense. But anyone with a smart phone knows, this trend reverses.Continue reading “The Age of Nano Pleasure”
A death. A hideous diagnosis. A terrible injury. These and other blows from life’s hammer are devastating in the extreme. And many times we look at the human wreckage left in the wake of such experiences and we begin to believe that sometimes there are blows from which we simply cannot recover.Continue reading “What goes down must come up”
Loneliness outnumbers us. Loneliness outguns us. It is everywhere. It lurks in every shadow, just steps from us, like some phantom bankruptcy, ready to stain every happiness on to which we cling. Continue reading “One is the Loneliest Number”
I counted my years and I found that I have less time to live from here on than I have experienced until now.
I feel like that child who won a packet of sweets: the first ones eats them with pleasure, but when he realized that few were left he began to taste them intensely.
Continue reading “MY SOUL HAS A HAT”
I’ve been living with most of the stories here on Winging It for so long that they tend to sort themselves more by theme than by chronological order. But a friend last night reminded me that most people now coming to these stories may not be aware of the chronology and might prefer to start with that so they can build a kind of context within which the stories lie. It makes sense.
Continue reading “The Order of Things”
One of the things I have discovered in the short time since starting the blog, Winging It, is that though the details of my experience are unique to me, many of the core elements are very cohort indeed. And it was brought to my attention that, if it feels good to me to get some of this off my chest, and even more so if in the process the words are useful to someone else, perhaps others should feel free to do the same… right here.
Continue reading “You Can ‘Wing It’ Too”
Some call it wisdom. But is it really just trying to game a system that is inherently random?
Continue reading “The Loss/Kiss Ratio”
Egypt’s, “The Mogamma,” seems to have opened a branch office in Vicchio. The Mogamma is an infamous building in Cairo which houses 30,000 civil servants representing just about every sector of the government. It is famed within the country as the nexus of catastrophically burdensome bureaucracy. It is often said that many poor citizens have entered and never found their way out again, much like the paperwork that is the life blood of the place. Continue reading “Mogamma 2.0”