Why Are We Wet?

Song, kinda country, no chorus…so, maybe just a poem in a hill billy hat… Saw a show last night on PBS Why I had it on is anyone’s guess Said this world is not what it seems You ‘n me are made out of the stuff of dreams Itty bitty bits that no eye can see […]

Founders’ App

This isn’t a secret. We’re screwed. America’s political mechanism is broken. We are in danger of devaluing, to the point of scrap, the one American asset most of the world truly envies: The Ballot. Other countries have elections, but to Americans the ballot is at the core of our national identity. Our precious freedom attained by […]

Masked & Synonymous

Bob Dylan is still the 2016 Nobel Laureate for Literature. It wasn’t LSD in the water or a viral hoax or a rip in the Matrix. The Swedish Academy, two words without a hint of masculinity, showed some stones. They just got the category wrong. The Nobel should have been for Alchemy. Dylan does indeed […]

Bob Wins The Big One

Bob Dylan has won the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature. Somebody tell Watson. They seemed close. The grizzled pitchman for Cadillac, Pepsi, Victoria Secret and IBM has been awarded the highest prize in Literature, for “having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.” Well, duh. Or, they could just ask the 98% […]

Need To Find The Right Words?

Do you hate to write? Does an obligation to put words together on a page send you into a fugue state? Would you rather scarf down that iffy egg salad in the break room fridge than commit to a five hundred word memo? Would you like some very discrete help with a writing project? My name is Dan […]

Deep Breath

That’s funny, I thought to myself as I reread these blog postings from Introduction thru Air Quotes and really it was odd it hadn’t popped out at me before, conscious as I am of everything I’m putting out to the world through this latest exercise in writing, writing with purpose for the first time on purpose, so to […]


The Bully barks in orange glow Stuns the weak ones row on row His politics are of a piece He burps up sheep and dabs with fleece The Bubble’s head turns right or left Dependent on the donors’ heft Her policies perch on a vane And all her answers, Puddentaine For the Ballot fair and blank We rightly have […]