Author Archives: John Swinburn

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes

Fantasy

How can I write about such drivel as I posted earlier, my frustration with toilet non-delivery, in the face of the impending presidential inauguration? My answer is this: the little frustrations have their place; sometimes, it’s the little frustrations that … Continue reading

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Toilet Zen

Had the universe operated as it should, Home Depot would have delivered, yesterday, a new American Standard Champion 4 High-Efficiency 1.28 GPF Single Flush Elongated Toilet. I was given a window of delivery of 6 a.m. to 8 p.m., meaning … Continue reading

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The Year in Pictures (of food)

Anyone who knows me knows I have this thing about food. I really enjoy cooking and eating and, as the collage above attests, taking pictures of food. Food is more than flavor and texture; it is eye candy, as well. … Continue reading

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Prescient

Once upon a time, a short, stocky kid named Calypso Kneeblood broke a bone in his right hand. He broke it by slamming his clenched fist into a cinder block wall. He had not intended to slam his fist into a cinder block wall. … Continue reading

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Shopping Lists and Plans and Other Odd Stuff

I’ve written before about my little notebooks. I still keep the little spiral-bound pads on which I write grocery lists and reminders about programs I hear on the radio that prompt me to want to explore ideas or people some … Continue reading

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About the Law and Lawyers

Something I wrote in an email a few years ago found its way to my consciousness yesterday; I liked what I said, so I decided to memorialize it here. Is that the height of arrogance or is the fact I … Continue reading

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Simple Socialist

For years, I’ve wanted to explore how little money would be required for me to live decently, comfortably. How many dollars would it take, I ask myself, to have not just a tolerable, but a comfortable life without all the … Continue reading

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Scars

I wrote a few days ago of trees marked for death. Only scars of the trees that blocked my view remain. Ground-level stumps serve as reminders of the massive trees that once tried to hide the house that now shouts … Continue reading

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The Transformative Finnish

An unhappy discovery during a house-cleaning of my Gmail account earlier today led to happier moments, but only after a period of deep sadness. I came across an email I sent, on November 8, 2007, to the mayor of the City … Continue reading

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I Think I’m Turning Japanese

This morning’s miso soup was accompanied by green onions, unlike last Thursday’s travesty of the highest order. Not only green onions, but a bit of sambal oelek to enliven the flavor and, of course, firm tofu (without which there is, … Continue reading

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Snippet of Sour

Soft, filtered light seeped through the canopy of mixed oak and pine, brightening as if the sun were awakening as it inched over the horizon. Fog drifted low between the ridges of ragged remnants of a worn mountain range. Fallen … Continue reading

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A Murder in the Making

  Outside the window, I see two trees marked for death. Through the screen, I see bright orange ribbons circling their trunks, signaling their impending demise. I do not know when, nor whether, their euthanasia has been scheduled, but I … Continue reading

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Sleeping Dogs

Let sleeping dogs lie. Let sleeping dogs prevaricate. Let sleeping dogs distribute their deceptions. Let sleeping dogs dish out dishonesty the way politicians deal in distortion. Let sleeping dogs traffic in tall tales while wagging their tails. But why do sleeping dogs get all the glory? … Continue reading

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It Is My Nature

It is my nature to be as hard on myself as I am on others, as roughshod as my callousness will allow; and my callousness will allow copious roughshod judgment before it softens around the edges and attempts a too-little and … Continue reading

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A Feast for September 7

Last night, my wife and I had dinner with friends. The woman made feijoada, a Brazilian black bean, pork, and sausage stew her husband had requested. Years ago, he had spent some time in Brazil and discovered his affinity for the stuff. … Continue reading

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Absolution

Regret arises as readily from actions not taken as from mistakes made. The life unlived, due to efforts unmade, takes as much of a toll on one’s psyche as choosing the path of least resistance with a vengeance. Regret becomes a … Continue reading

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Generations Hence

Sprained egos drag themselves over self-made walls, edging ever closer to places where fences never kept courage at bay, but tried. Certainty, in dire need of atonement, spills into pools of doubt, as time erodes the barricades built of false … Continue reading

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The Dictionary of Peace

Sanguine. How often do you hear people use that word in conversation? Yeah, I don’t hear it often, either. But I wish we would. Would that a larger proportion of the population sought out more expansive vocabularies. Would that more … Continue reading

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Ensteubulous Thursday

Soft, early morning light filtered through the windows when I woke up this morning, a highly unusual circumstance for someone who’s up well before dawn almost every day. Why I slept in is beyond me. But sleep in I did. … Continue reading

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Toilets and the F Word

Who doesn’t get excited about shopping for toilets? I mean, what could be more riveting than talking about flush capacity, gallons per flush, blah, blah, blah? I want to remodel the bathroom. My wife simply wants to replace the toilet. … Continue reading

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Crossing My Own Borders

Just moments ago, I wrote an email to a friend that included a comment about tamales. I said “…my tamales do not compare to those made by little old Mexican grandmothers whose recipes for pork and jalapeño tamales involve lard … Continue reading

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A Shattering Announcement

We’ve always been told that the sun would continue to burn properly for another five billion years before it swells to a red giant, so Earth wouldn’t turn to a cinder for almost that long. Yesterday afternoon’s news, announcing that Mercury’s … Continue reading

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Decency

“Find your passion and you’ll never work a day in your life.” It’s such a pithy, positive, hopeful statement! I’ve been searching for my passion for my entire life and I still haven’t found it. I’ve found interests. I’ve found intriguing … Continue reading

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Place to Place

I’m imagining what I might experience this morning if I had awakened outside Albuquerque, New Mexico instead of in the Ouachita Mountains of Arkansas. My recollection of the topography of Albuquerque may be off, so if this description doesn’t make sense in … Continue reading

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Pithless Observation

Using rational arguments to counter positions based solely on emotion is possible, but the undertaking is fraught with frustration, like eating thin chicken broth with a salad fork. Both require discipline, time, and acceptance of almost imperceptible progress. But attacking the … Continue reading

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