Grief is an unconquerable emotion. You can only manage it….. Part II, and Coda: The Hanging Chad Addenda Coda: My father died in the early hours of May 18th, 2008. We did not get along, but I loved him. I did not go to the funeral. This was a stupid decision. The circumstances of both [...]
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The Grief Sculpture—Part II of a small, inadequate way of coping
Posted by Dan Ryan on December 21, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/12/21/the-grief-sculpturepart-ii-of-a-small-inadequate-way-of-coping/
I Take A Close Look At Things—A small greeting from television
Aren’t things viewed in transparent globes supposed to be upside down? Or maybe the view through them has been right all along, and it is the world that’s inverted. I don’t know. The crystal balls our gypsy mothers gave us have been tuned to a wrong or dead channel for centuries. Our attempts to see [...]
Posted by Dan Ryan on November 28, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/11/28/i-take-a-close-look-at-thingsa-small-greeting-from-television/
We Can Haz Flashbacks—A small souvenir of PTSD
I don’t write or discuss the heart attack I had almost eight years ago much. But if you share small glimpses of certain things, I believe it is often more effective in dealing with one’s anger than writing a whole rambling, well-meaning book about certain things. So, I don’t write or talk much about the [...]
Posted by Dan Ryan on November 14, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/11/14/we-can-haz-flashbacksa-small-souvenir-of-ptsd/
It’s Always Something—A small complaint to the owner
As usual, something was busted at the laundromat. This time it was the gravity. I want my money back.
Posted by Dan Ryan on November 4, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/11/04/its-always-somethinga-small-complaint-to-the-owner/
There Is Shame In Substance, And Substance In Shame—A small techno-happy
I don’t claim, not even when I lie to myself, to be the most technologically savvy fellow. But it’s nice to know that I can adapt, if for no other reason than to share with you the things in my mind I think are interesting, important, self-indulgent, or just plain neat-o. And that makes me [...]
Posted by Dan Ryan on October 13, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/10/13/there-is-shame-in-substance-and-substance-in-shamea-small-techno-happy/
Rest Stops for Electrons—A small aerial view
There’s no pattern, really, no order. It’s just roads and highways through the landscape of our technology. Depots and out buildings making rest stops for traveling electrons. You can see little cars and parking lots encrusted onto the mystery of how it wall works. Pulled just far enough out of focus and it could be [...]
Posted by Dan Ryan on October 10, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/10/10/rest-stops-for-electronsa-small-aerial-view/
The Termites of Grace—A small buggery
The seams between my beloved concrete and these bastards of nature are thin. They arose to the light and air like extras in D. W. Griffith’s Intolerance. They briefly commanded a small part of Earth with a ruthless beauty, petals unto themselves dropped by hungry flowers. They owned everything in their path, just as they [...]
Posted by Dan Ryan on October 4, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/10/04/the-termites-of-gracea-small-buggery/
Atone For Thy Snark—A small R.E.M. story (+ a zesty addendum)
I haven’t been an R.E.M. fan for a looooooong time. Well, more precisely, I haven’t been a fan of anything the band has released in the last 20 years. I’m not going to go into why. Who cares? My tastes changed, the times changed, the band’s sound changed. Whatever. Some rock bands are like religion: [...]
Posted by Dan Ryan on September 24, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/09/24/atone-for-thy-snarka-small-r-e-m-story/
The Light Under the Door Jamb—A small brief wondering
You never think about the light under the door jamb. But I did this morning for a brief moment as I sat on my front porch having a cigarette and listening to the crows tell whatever gods they pray to that they were awake and ready for the day’s business. In the moment I felt [...]
Posted by Dan Ryan on September 18, 2011
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/09/18/the-light-under-the-door-jamba-small-brief-wondering/
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