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Fame with no Name

by The Urban Blabbermouth
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At some moment, we begin to wonder why are we here and what to do with being here.  That moment tends to come when we are at life’s solstice, that moment when we are equidistant in years in front as years in back. 

Psychologists call that moment, a mid-life crisis.  The quickest way to answer the “OMG, what have I done with myself” moment is to look at your accomplishments, the ones that mattered, the ones that changed the world. 

There are great and accomplished people amongst us.  They surround us.  There are statues naming the greats, parks named after them, or perhaps a plaque or two somewhere mentioning their names in bronze.  I have seen buildings with people’s names and I have no idea who they are.   As it turns out, my name does not appear in any of those places.

My accomplishments are not public and are harder to discern.  Sometime in my life, I said a kind word to a person who went on to have a child and that child went on to save the world.  Yes, it…

The Last Wizard

Beauty in the Game

by The Urban Blabbermouth
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Last summer, I went to the US Open Tennis tournament. I sat in the stadium behind a beautiful woman.  I didn't see her face but I did get a profile view.  She had lovely tan-brown skin, a cute nose, and no double chin. She had an athletic figure, judging from the trim muscular arms. Let's face it, she stood out because the other women in the stadium were, well, less beautiful. She was one of the many tennis players at the tournament that I did not recognize.

Or, perhaps, she was a model or an actress or something like that, who came from Hollywood to attend the tournament. In Hollywood, would she have stood out? Hollywood is filled with beautiful women, everywhere. Can you imagine that you are one of the most lovely women in the world and no one notices you because everyone else is beautiful too. What can you do to stand out? Why, engage in some outrageous behavior of course. 

Women go to Hollywood awards ceremonies red carpet events wearing a gown of m…

Street Performers

by The Urban Blabbermouth ~ I like people-watching. Some others watch Keeping up with the Kardashians reality TV show, but I prefer the real thing, watching the people around me.
This morning, I am loitering on a street corner, in front of Starbucks, sipping my coffee. I watch a sea of humanity stream out of the Subway across the street into the station's courtyard. So many people. The stream comes in waves lasting two minutes or so. It’s as if the train is having the heaves and is coughing up passengers.
The first thing I notice is everyone reaching for their cell phone as they emerge from underground into the sunshine. Gotta check for messages just in case it's the end of the world and someone must save it, like the teen-age girl always does in a disaster movie.
I watch a pair of blonde women holding hands as they exit the station. They look pretty and professional in their light grey suits and white blouses. I take them to be finance types, bankers maybe? They intimately kiss, …

Drama Queen

by The Urban Blabbermouth ~ To become a good writer, to write interesting stories, I have to write drama.

I have spent my adult life avoiding drama. I plan out events, including simple matters like food shopping, to insure low drama. I go to the supermarket when the crowd is less so I don't fight for parking spaces nor battle other shoppers to get a short check-out line.

My drama avoiding strategy includes people too. I discourage those with drama from drawing me into their “shit”. You know them, those folks who are not happy unless they are sharing and telling you for the tenth time every instance of drama in their lives. And, when there isn't enough drama to chat about, they create it.

I find myself thinking that I have to somehow become like them, at least in thoughts.

Now, some drama is easy. I can drum up romantic drama. I have experience in this area. As unusual as it is, these days anyways, I have had romantic dramas with my beloved wife. You will have to read my sto…

Rite of Passage

by the Urban Blabbermouth
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"Wheeeeee!" Crock screamed as his spaceship accelerated out of Saturn's orbit headed towards Jupiter. 

"Awwwwesome!" screamed Pot, Crock's best friend. "Once more around Jupiter and we will double our speed." 

The two green Martian friends were in the midst a of a Martian boys' rite of passage, that of borrowing Crock's dad's spaceship and speeding well beyond the interplanetary speed limit. Of course, a critical component of the ritual was to avoid the Venusian space cops and indulging in copious amount of Hydro 3, an intoxicating heavy water beverage imported from Earth, simply called H3.

"We need more speed," said Pot. "Come in closer to the Jupiter boundary layer."

"On it," said Crock as he altered the ship's trajectory by two degrees.

This was the trickiest part of Dynamic Soaring - that of using the pull of planetary gravity just above the atmosphere to accelerate the ship s…