Desires Collide; The Wish To Eat Bumping

What Is This Drive To Be Thinner, Prettier, Better Dressed, Other? Who Exactly Is This Other And What Does She Look Like Beyond The Jacket She's Wearing Or The Food She's Not Eating? What Might We Be Doing, Thinking, Feeling About If We Didn't Think About Body Image, Ever?

On The Broad Spectrum Of Solitude, I Lean Toward The Extreme End: I Work Alone, As Well As Live Alone, So I Can Pass An Entire Day Without Uttering So Much As A Hello To Another Human Being. Sometimes A Day's Conversation Consists Of Only Five Words, Uttered At The Local Starbucks: 'large Coffee With Milk, Please.

Dogs Have Such Short Life Spans, It's Like A Concentrated Version Of A Human Life. When They Get Older, They Become Much More Like Our Mothers. They Wait For Us, Watch Out For Us, Are Completely Fascinated By Everything We Do.

I Don't Think That The World Would Be A Better Place If Everyone Owned A Dog, And I Don't Think That All Relationships Between Dogs And Their Owners Are Good, Healthy, Or Enriching.

My Recipe For Bliss On A Friday Night Consists Of A 'new York Times' Crossword Puzzle And A New Episode Of 'homicide;' Saturdays And Sundays Are Oriented Around Walks In The Woods With The Dog, Human Companion In Tow Some Of The Time But Not Always.