Written by awneitsch on December 23, 2025
Another Trip Around The Sun – Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Too?!
Social Studies . Songs For The Apocalypse . The Chronicles“How young are you?How old am I?Let’s count the rings around my eyesHow smart are you?How dumb am I?Don’t count any of my advice…” – ‘I Will Dare’, The Replacements 1984 I was accidently born on January 25,1962 in Edmonton, Alberta, at The Royal Alexandra Hospital. I am not of royal blood like Paul Fischer
Written by awneitsch on August 15, 2023
Where The Hell Is Jarbidge, Nevada?
Motorcycle Vapors . Mutterings And Murmurs . Social Studies . The ChroniclesAfter six years and a hundred thousand or more 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
Written by awneitsch on February 24, 2022
Howard’s One Potato, 30 Potato, Hot Potato Soup
Mutterings And Murmurs . The ChroniclesSpecial ingredients can be added to taste. Try a pinch or two of Nong Shim Shin Ramyun soup base. It’s probably loaded with MSG and Chinese toxic waste materials but it sure adds a kick to the soup. Special serving suggestion: Sprinkle some real Parmesan or Cheddar cheese or some fresh cilantro on top of
Written by awneitsch on November 19, 2021
Howard Is Unwell – Definitely To Be Continued
Motorcycle Vapors . 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. Motorcycle therapy was required. No doctor prescribed this rip through the countryside. Howard ending up standing this brilliant machine well out of town in the
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 BLUNT GRUNT RUNT PUNT SHUNT STUNT What is considered to be the most vulgar word in the English language also rhymes with hunt. It has many uses and the level of offensiveness varies with the context and the company in which it used. These days Liberal WOKE judges will release repeat offending pedophiles, rapists
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