There came whisperings in the winds: “Good-bye! good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: “Good-bye! good-bye!” Then I stretched forth my arms. “No—No—” There came whisperings in the wind: “Good-bye! good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: “Good-bye! good-bye!” —Stephen Crane
Stand fast
October 8, 2013
“Stand fast!” was the war cry of Scottish troops. It means don’t give up. Don’t surrender. Be resolute. Be unyielding in your principles. The more I see people compromise their morals and standards, the more determined I am to stand fast. Someday I’ll write extensively about this period in my life. The temptation to give…
Why the Beard?
September 19, 2013
I’ve been asked again why I don’t shave off my beard so I can look younger. Well, looking younger isn’t important to me. I’m fifty-one. It’s okay for me to look fifty-one. Currently, shaving isn’t a priority. I always hated shaving. You women should try scraping your face every day with sharp metal. I was…
My cyber self is born
September 6, 2013
My Extravagumbo Website—the one you’re reading—is finally online. Its nine months of gestation matched my own, and its course in life seems destined to match my own. Welcome to the world, cyber self! Fasten your seat belt, take your Dramamine, and strap on that cup. You’re gonna need it! Here’s the battle your daddy fought…