Written by awneitsch on November 8, 2023
Hello Maybe…
The Chronicles . UncategorizedNice to meet you..I think…maybe…probably.Thanks for signing up but I’m not sure what I’m doing…mostly…definitely. Howard is restless. His brain is flashing like one of those delaminated lithium-ion battery operated L.E.D. lightbulbs outside of one of those combination microbrewery, coffee house, or axethrowing entertainment businesses that went bust during the COVID years. There is still
Written by awneitsch on August 15, 2023
Jarbidge, Nevada – I Don’t Know How Or Why…But Yet…
Motorcycle Vapors . Mutterings And Murmurs . Social Studies . The ChroniclesAfter six years and roughly 94,000 kilometers of accident-free, mostly liberating, healing, and blissful cancer-riddled motorcycle riding, I am convinced that heightened situational awareness, resilience, myopic vision quests, haphazard planning and action, as well as the healing vapors of motorcycle exhaust, are only some of the things that are proving the prognoses of experts and
Written by awneitsch on February 24, 2022
Howard’s One Potato, 30 Potato, Hot Potato Soup
Mutterings And Murmurs . The ChroniclesBegin by going down to your basement, being careful not to step in the cat’s recent gaackk, or secret, locked larder to rescue those Yukon Gold potatoes that have already sprouted and gone a little soft. You know, the ones you bought in preparation for the most deadly viral pandemic lock down apocalypse, not realizing
Written by awneitsch on January 1, 2022
Howard’s Lame Duck Soup
The ChroniclesStart with the leftover, one winged, utility roast Christmas duck. If the anemic, starved, post apocalypse death camp duck does not yield enough leftover meat for your soup, you can add some GMO chicken or turkey. Boil the carcass and added meats and let simmer for an hour or so. Pick the carcass clean of
Written by awneitsch on November 19, 2021
Howard Is Unwell – Definitely To Be Continued
Social Studies . The ChroniclesIt was a difficult morning. It started out hopeful enough but turned out to be cathartic but life affirming, hence a conflict and a call to conviction, resignation, and action. Howard ending up standing the bike well out of town in the gravelled parking lot of a seldom used but well maintained church. The doors
Written by awneitsch on August 17, 2021
AT THE END OF THE ROAD – AT THE END OF THE WORLD
Mutterings And Murmurs . Social Studies . The ChroniclesTypically the end of the road lies where the land meets the sea, where there is no land on the horizon, where water is the horizon. To stand at the transition point from earth to water brings fear and wonder, perhaps longing. To act on any of these feelings would mean to swim or travel
Written by awneitsch on April 4, 2021
Rhymes With Hunt
Mutterings And Murmurs . Social Studies . The ChroniclesHUNT to manage in the search for game to pursue animals or humans for food and in sport to pursue animals or humans with intent to capture to search out to traverse in search of prey BLUNT having an edge or point that is not sharp lack of keenness or perception inherent lack of sharpness
Written by awneitsch on March 13, 2021
Eight Limbs : Story 17 (Draft)
The ChroniclesIt could have been yet another waking dream of a life half lived and half dead that found Howard lying on his back, not dead, on a pleasantly fragrant black rubber mat, on the floor of a small room meant for more serious movements and thinking by more serious and Goddess-like creatures. It was part
Written by awneitsch on February 14, 2021
“It’s So Good To See Your Face”
Social Studies . The ChroniclesBy itself, this statement would be a joyous and welcome thing to hear no matter whether you know the speaker or not. It would be particularly wonderful to hear if you could actually see the speakers face and fully hear the words. Howard was shopping for food at a supposedly sterile and immune ‘big box
Written by awneitsch on June 10, 2020
Howard Gets The Bumps
The ChroniclesHoward was visiting his mother on that Sunday. It was Mother’s Day. Why wouldn’t he? His mother was in cognitive decline and he felt lucky that she was doing as well she was and still living on her own. That she still remembered his name was still a comfort. He was also lucky to have