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I Wish Cancer Would Get Cancer and Die

Having invited you all into the saga of my wife’s cancer (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, you might want to see On Colons, Cancer, and Courage), I’ve realized that I haven’t provided much by way of updates, aside from on the FNFF Facebook page, where I euphorically announced that she was “100% CANCER…

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Is This Blog Worthwhile?

Well, people, it’s been a while. You may have thought the blog was moribund, if you thought of it at all. I haven’t written a blog post in quite some time, and one of the reasons relates to the title of this one. Is it worthwhile? Why do I do it? (The other primary reason…

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Love in the Time of Arthritis

My mother’s boyfriend is moving in with her. Let me parse that sentence a bit. My mother. My mother is eighty years old, in excellent physical and intellectual health, but, following the death of my father roughly six years ago, has been feeling understandably depressed, obviously lonely, and occasionally crippled by indecision. My mother’s boyfriend. Admittedly…

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No, No, NO!!!!!!!!!!

We lived for over ten years in Budapest, Hungary. During that decade or so, we made minor inroads into the dense thicket of the Hungarian language. More narrow foot trails really. A few words and phrases that carried us into the nearly impenetrable timberland of that turbid language only to find our way blocked by…

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A Few Hard Thoughts on Dicks

The penis. The source of so much heartbreak, so much misery, so much pleasure throughout human history. Genghis Khan used his to sire an estimated 1000 – 2000 children, meaning that roughly 0.5% of the world’s human population is descended from good old Genghis. Louis XVI’s nob was hobbled by phimosis – a condition of the…