(written in mid September 2012 but not posted until now) My Auntie Audrey died earlier this month. I barely knew her, but I found out through watching my cousins express their grief through Facebook. I barely know my cousins, but at least I'm more connected to them in the 21st century than I was in the last one. I found out about her passing early during the day, a Saturday. Those are usually the days when I recover from the inevitable disappointments of Friday night. Saturdays are also the days I go to make some money to pay the obligations I have because I have young children with someone I am no longer married to. I am a person who is estranged from family at both ends of the spectrum. As a first generation American, I never really knew my grandparents and didn't know my mother's sister. I knew my mother's brother, a man who traveled over to visit us repeatedly throughout my childhood. I've not been to Scotland since he died. I spend a lot of my life wo
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.