Sunday, December 27, 2015

The Very Young Therapist

On why you should never play the martyr card...


Sunday, December 20, 2015

Acid, Base...Shame

Another of my animations. This one deals with shame...my own shame, to be precise...but also that of others'

And how really useless, self-destructive, and dangerous it is.


Thursday, December 17, 2015

Note to readers...and viewers


Wonder if I will do any more explosive-cargo writings as opposed to videos. No idea. The videos just seem to be more interesting at the moment. Though, truthfully, they don’t get much viewership.

Also, I am tempted to abandon the videos of myself. They worked, sometimes, but at others they just seemed repetitive and boring. And my technique is crude. As my son David put it, quite respectfully, “We need to work on your lighting.” Meaning, at the moment, with the camera I’ve got and the light and shade of things in my office, I look a bit like a cast member of the Walking Dead. And we’re not talking the folks that are still alive.

So I’m focusing on the animation. I suppose that’s pretty crude, too. I’m no cartoonist or professional animator. But, still, my little moving pictures are a hell of a lot more interesting than moi…even if I were (to quote Bloom County)a great Robert Redfort-esque male beauty.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Perversions...

this week's confession. A particularly embarrassing one.

But...


Friday, December 11, 2015

Confession...and Demons

Hey, All,

I'm working with some graphics and animation software. See what you think of this.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Padre and Ashes

A note about South Padre Island...and human remains


Sunday, October 04, 2015

Cables

More angst and craziness about getting to South Padre Island...


Sunday, September 20, 2015

Boxes. Ashes.

On the road to South Padre Island...with the ashes of my parents.


Sunday, September 06, 2015

To South Padre Island, and farewell to my parents

We've back from a trip to South Padre Island and Brownsville, TX, where we visited my son and daughter-in-law. It was a wonderful trip, but also sad, in that we spread the ashes of my parents on a beach they loved.


Monday, August 24, 2015

Fun in politics...not such a good idea

Just a little video meditation on why having fun in politics may not be such a good idea...



Sunday, August 16, 2015

Wedding: 1

Something different. A meditation on the June wedding of my son and new daughter-in-law.





Sunday, August 09, 2015

T.J. Tucker, a failed obiturary

My father's obituary ran on Friday, 7 August, 2015. I did this video about why I felt I failed him. At least as a writer.




Friday, August 07, 2015

33 years of marriage!

In honor of our anniversary! Thirty-three wonderful years.










Oh, and the book is here:  

1) createspace:  https://www.createspace.com/5570742
2) kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0110PFUJY
3) amazon paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Psionic-Beasts-Women-Must-Purple/dp/0692474765/

Sunday, July 05, 2015

Independence Day, or not

July 5, the day after Independence Day.

It was relatively calm night, here, last night. There were some fireworks in the park east of us, and not a few loud bangs. Oh, and the air was redolent with sulfur. If you didn't know better, you would have sworn you were in the third act of Faust.

But, surprisingly, it was limited. It didn't have that artillery barrage feeling that 4 July sometimes gets. And there were only a few sirens…meaning, I hope, that there were few injuries. Though, sadly, there are always some. And, in a dry climate like this one, there are always fires where the rockets or sparks fall to earth, in the grass or on the mesa, or on peoples' roofs.

Sometimes…well, many times…there are also deaths. Someone elects to hold a firework in his teeth. Or to throw a smoke bomb through the open window of a house or a passing car. Or, whatever. And someone dies.

Alas, one wonders how long we can continue to celebrate the fourth in the way that we do. I mean, with fireworks. We have already made fire crackers (the loud explosive sort) illegal and done our best to replace them with various, less dangerous alternatives—fire fountains, whistlers, smoke bombs, and so on. But, ultimately, you cannot escape the fact that we have a holiday that involves the ignition of low-level explosives by people who are not trained to handle pyrotechnics…and who are often under-aged and/or drunk at the time.

I wonder if, in the end, we will have to stop it entirely, the way that many communities now make trick-or-treating illegal on Halloween.

There is something very sad about that. Yet, sometimes, it seems that as a people we lack the discipline, self-control, and, well, simple wisdom to be trusted with these particular toys, with their unique capacity for injury. It seems that, maybe, we need keepers.

As I say, a thought terribly sad…

And, worse, perhaps metaphoric.

For so much that is going on, now, in our politics and our place in the world.