MORIAH’S MUSINGS – Page 3

In defense of ugly jackets

June 16, 2016July 29, 2025Moriah

(Or, if I were Hillary Clinton’s speechwriter.)

An image showing Hillary Clinton behind a podium with a mid-thigh-length red, black, and white jacket that looks crocheted. — I got this at the Goodwill for $12.50.

Do you see this jacket? It’s an Armani jacket. [beat]

What do you think it retails for? $5,000? $7,000? That’s what Donald Trump pays for his designer suits. [beat] [audience boos]

$10,000? No. It retails for $12,495.00. [beat] [audience boos]

But I paid $12.50 for it. Why? Because it’s ugly. I went to Goodwill and I had so much to choose from, an abundance of jackets, but I chose this one. Why? Because it was the most attractive one there. [beat] [audience laughs]

Would you wear this jacket outside the house? No. Nobody with good taste would. It’s warm, I’ll give you that. And roomy. Look how roomy it is. It’s well made. It is an Armani, after all. But it’s ugly. Not only wouldn’t you wear this outside the house, you wouldn’t wear it to a job interview.

Yet that’s what most of you, our working women today, have to choose from: ugly, uglier, and ugliest. [beat] [audience laughs]

The perfect bookstore v.3

March 21, 2016July 29, 2025Moriah

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Eight years ago. EIGHT. 8!!!

I wrote this: The Perfect Bookstore.

Come with me, will you?

February 6, 2016July 29, 2025Moriah

—into a deep, dark well of pain, obsession, and love; corruption and murder; lawyers, guns, and money; politics, sex, and lies.

There are no monsters here but flawed and wicked humans. There is no magic here but dark love and aching desire. There is no alternate universe here but an imaginary county in a very real city operating under its own rules.

There are no helpless, hapless ingenues here, but beautiful, mature, brilliant women who kick ass. There are no alpha male billionaires— Oh, wait. Yes, there are. My bad. They’re bad, too. Dominating, one might say. If one were saying.

Come with me, will you?

—into a world you may love or you may hate.

Hopefully both.

What is it about this game

October 27, 2015July 29, 2025Moriah

Kansas City Royals logo … that compels people to reflect and grants epiphanies like a fairy godmother?

Thirty years ago, I was at the KC Royals parade after they won the World Series. You know, George Brett. Bret Saberhagen. Those guys.

I didn’t care about baseball much before or after that, not that I was ever anything but a fan-in-name-only because I didn’t understand the game. A childhood watching Little League and trying to figure out radio announcers’ jargon tends to blunt one’s enthusiasm.

And then there was college and life and the strikes and the juicing and the Congressional hearings and who wants to get into baseball when they threw a big temper tantrum for a game that’s all fake anyway? You want more money for your steroid injections? Fuck you.

The value of knowledge

September 24, 2015July 29, 2025Moriah

An image of US currency, an old skeleton key, and a pocketwatch. — Knowledge is power. Time is money.

And this is where slogging through Number One’s crazymaking was worth this gem: “You paid for your training in sweat, money, tears, and sometimes blood. Why are you giving it away?” Read more →

Bas relief

September 23, 2015August 1, 2025Moriah

An image of karate belts tidily rolled up: white, yellow, orange, purple, blue, and green. Yesterday I threw out karate belts I earned between the ages of 18 and 20. They were musty. Hidden away, like all the stuff I haven’t found places to display yet. I like space. I value space. Open, empty space and shelves that say, “We don’t need to be filled to feel important.” What they need to be filled with is essentials for survival, but that’s another story.

A friend on Facebook asked me how I could bear to throw them away because I earned them. I see her point; they are a trophy and I did earn them. All these years I have not wanted to throw them out (if I thought about it), but something’s been changing in me for a while now, about carrying baggage and grudges.

Of malcontents, futility, and funny prostitutes

June 24, 2015July 29, 2025Moriah

An image of a painting of Sisyphus pushing the rock up the hill by Titian. We are Sisyphus.

But the truth is that I am just really tired. Perhaps the vacuum in affect attested to by the accumulation of emoticons and emojis has little to do with the flattening effect of digital communication. Maybe feelings are simply exhausted.

Father’s Day Swineapple Phase 3

June 21, 2015July 16, 2025Moriah

← Phase 2

Well, Dude and my mother liked it. I can’t stand pineapple, so I was having none of it. Neither was XY TD, who ate about two cans of green beans by himself. XX TD had some but she’d been noshing all day and wasn’t hungry (also, she ate all the pineapple I carved out of the middle).

Father’s Day Swineapple Phase 2

June 21, 2015July 27, 2025Moriah

← Phase 1

Phase 3 →

Oven¹ 240F, timer 5 hours. Read more →

Father’s Day Swineapple Phase 1

June 20, 2015July 29, 2025Moriah

Phase 2 →

I don’t know where I ran across the “Swineapple” recipe, but it got posted to Reddit not too long ago and immediately went semi-viral.

An image of a nicely presented dish of pork ribs stuffed in a hollowed-out pineapple wrapped in bacon. — How it’s supposed to look coming out of the smoker. I hate pineapple. I really, really, really hate pineapple.

Raspberry

June 6, 2015July 29, 2025Moriah

A picture of a black-and-white tuxedo cat lying on an office chair. She wasn’t the worst cat I ever had, but the worst one was the one I hand-raised, and apparently human hand-raised cats are psychopaths.

Razzy peed everywhere. She sprayed me once. Maybe twice. On purpose, looking at us, she’d squat and pee on the carpet if she knew we couldn’t catch her.

Anyway, I knew something was wrong with her. Read more →

Dude Review – Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love

May 28, 2015July 29, 2025Moriah

An image of a book cover for the horror novel APOCALYPTIC MONTESSA AND NUCLEAR LULU: A TALE OF ATOMIC LOVE by Mercedes M. Yardley Title: APOCALYPTIC MONTESSA AND NUCLEAR LULU: A TALE OF ATOMIC LOVE
Mercedes M. Yardley
Published by Ragnarok Publications
Genre: Horror
Year Published: 2014
Number of Pages: 175
Format(s) Available: ebook, paperback, audiobook
Amazon Kindle ASIN: B00HWMK298

Reviewed by miztrniceguy aka Dude¹
Originally posted on Amazon

burn baby, burn!

This story is very dark and twisted, but at the same time it’s a sweet love story. I was surprised at the tenderness between Lulu and Montessa. I was hoping for a different ending and was surprised by it.

This is my first book I have read by Mercedes Murdock Yardley, but won’t be the last.

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1. miztrniceguy aka Dude is the guy Moriah sleeps with. He reads a lot of books, but has only lately gotten into the reviewing game because he started hanging out with Moriah’s writerly type friends who aren’t quite as storied as Stephen King.

Stranger danger

May 27, 2015September 13, 2025Moriah

I am sitting at a table in my local public library, my laptop, a bottle of water, and my Galaxy Note in front of me. I have headphones on and I am listening to nature sounds because the not-very-socially-graced woman behind me (she and I have a history) is muttering to herself loudly enough that it’s clear she wants someone to ask her what she’s working on and her laptop is making funky bubble-popping sounds loudly. Read more →

Rules, broken

May 14, 2015July 27, 2025Moriah

“Any halfway decent artist can outline,” she sneered.

You can’t sneer a statement.

She raised her eyes to his.

What’d she do, pick them up off the floor? Read more →

The Proviso rebooted

May 6, 2015August 1, 2025Moriah

You know how when you’re in a discussion and it’s really animated and you have things to say but you don’t get to because the discussion’s going by too fast and then you forget until you go home and you’re cracking wise to yourself because you really are that witty, but your timing’s shit and you go to bed annoyed because you didn’t think of it when it really mattered?

And you know how you laugh at a joke you don’t understand because everyone is laughing and you don’t want to look stupid, but you forget about it until, like, seven years later you come across the joke and you’ve lived a little between then and now, and now you get it and it’s hilarious?

And you know how you said something really stupid back in second grade and you can still see and hear that moment like it was yesterday, and your face turns red and your sphincter clenches even though it’s forty years later and you wish you could have a do-over on that moment (or any of the thousands in between, all of which you remember)?

Yeah, me too.

Hence, The Proviso, 2nd Edition.

Hopefully some time in October 2015, to pay homage to the one I published seven years ago.

Seven.

The little things that do not show

May 5, 2015August 1, 2025Moriah

“All day I did the little things, the little things that do not show; I brought the kindling for the fire, I put the candles in a row, I filled a bowl with marigolds, the shallow bowl you love the best—and made the house a pleasant place where weariness might take its rest.”

—Blanche Bane Kuder
“The Blue Bowl”

Decluttering my mind

May 4, 2015August 1, 2025Moriah

1. Vomit blue ink all over the agenda book with how cluttered and chaotic the mind is until clarity ensues. It may or may not take 14 pages, front and back.

2. Take the Female Tax Deduction to her art class. Walk through the park barefoot in the grass (for the first time in years) to get to the art gallery. Think about taking a yoga class. Finish a cross stitch. When XX TD is finished with her art class, solve a glass labyrinth with her. Walk (in the grass) (barefoot) (this is crucial) up the terraces to the gallery. Traverse the glass labyrinth. Talk to tourists and answer questions about the new exhibit (the Green Man-ish sculptures) and good barbecue. Stroll through the art gallery after having responded to nature’s call. Sit and let XX TD sketch a medieval knight on a horse.

3. Share pictures that don’t even come close to capturing the magic that was yesterday.

Maps were made by people who went first

May 4, 2015July 29, 2025Moriah

The cover of Scott Adams’s book GOD’S DEBRIS: A THOUGH EXPERIMENT “ … maps were made by people who went first and didn’t die. The maps that survive are the ones that work.”

God’s Debris, Scott Adams, p 32

The only thing more powerful than fear

May 4, 2015August 1, 2025Moriah

The cover of Jonathan Maberry’s novel ROT & RUIN “The only thing more powerful than fear is routine.”

Rot & Ruin, Jonathan Maberry, p 190

Cadillacs in our dreams

October 6, 2014July 29, 2025Moriah

An image of a white 1984 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz. So when I was 16, I had a short-lived stint at Shoney’s as a salad bar attendant. I’ve never worked that hard in my life on a consistent basis. I didn’t do well for several reasons. Read more →