Perhaps “client” denotes those for whom services are provided, while “customer” is the lower-rung term reserved for the retail industry. In our either/or culture, would you rather purchase goods or services? Experiences or objects?
Where things stand today with intermission The planet seems to be away at one right now. Wherever there is noise and empty chairs there is one underway. The world is on recess — smoking, eating, jabbering, visiting the restroom en masse. The attendants are collecting tips in exchange for folded towels and mints. There is […]
When my cat is on my bed there is nothing left for her to attain. In her feline world, it is the pinnacle of places in which to rest and roam. My bed is like New York City, where there is nowhere left to go. Meaning, anywhere else is a step down. So you just […]
For those who enjoy a good dose of baroque music, I’d like to recommend Gabrielli & Scarlatti: Complete Cello Works, by Guadalupe López-Íñiguez. It is quite exquisite… If you’re into supporting women classical musicians like I am, then also check out the following: J.S. Bach: French Suites — Chopin: Mazurkas, by Alexandra Sostmann A Chopin […]
Basically: Are you gainfully or painfully employed?
A cow’s moo and the muffled grunt of Frankenstein’s monster (Karloff). Compare & contrast. ** I am in my cocoon right now, complete with classical music (Chopin’s Mazurkas) coffee and Wayne Koestenbaum’s Pink Trance Notebooks, dudes. In a bubble I might instead be listening to Bach or Brahms and per chance reading Bukowski? ** Thought […]
She had a cocktail in a plastic cup, and I remember her nose was a sort of red. She wore a blue denim jacket at her house party and didn’t care. The one thing I remember about her was her curls. I remember their frizziness, like if you washed a doll’s hair and just left […]
A girl in front of her house was doing hula hoop tricks today. She reminded me of a flapper — maybe Josephine Baker, the way she stared dead ahead and smiled — perhaps knowing she had it down and that she would beguile onlookers. The hula hoop never stopped moving, regardless of where it wound […]
Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.