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Loneliness

Loneliness If you are an adult and experience loneliness, society seems to be saying that you’re doing it wrong. Yeah. I have known no greater depth of loneliness than at one point in my marriage when my wife & I just weren’t communicating and much later when I was desperately in love and my lover had retreated to another bedroom in her huge house. And … Continue reading Loneliness

Sex & the Single Brain-Cell: Breast Augmentation Fall-Out

If there was ever a time when one of my journal archives could have been more visual than wordy… Sorry. These posts came from the somewhat stormy time with my live-in girlfriend, Dani (not her real name). Around the time we met she had lost a lot of weight, but didn’t like what it did to her figure. So, she decided to have breast-augmentation surgery. … Continue reading Sex & the Single Brain-Cell: Breast Augmentation Fall-Out

Diving into the Past without Drowning: Day Trip to Laguna Beach (1973)

Diving into the Past without Drowning: Day Trip to Laguna Beach (1973) Original 8mm Film by Joe Bustillos Edited by Joe Bustillos & Random Chance Music by Smartsound Music, “Visions 22K” Filmed on location in Laguna Canyon & Laguna Beach CA in 1973 Featuring Lynn Tschirgi & cute white puppy I just spent the last hour watching an 8mm film that I and several others … Continue reading Diving into the Past without Drowning: Day Trip to Laguna Beach (1973)

SEX AND THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL: Sexual Ethics & The Resulting Internal Dialogues

Spring Cleaning continues… The following is the third of a series of three columns that I wrote in the late 1980s for a little publication called “Air, Dirt & Ink” (ADI) that I produced and shared with family and friends. Yeah, I’ve been writing these sad tales for a very long time, and they seem to continue. Enjoy. Feb 1988 [ADI Editors’ Note: A friend recently asked … Continue reading SEX AND THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL: Sexual Ethics & The Resulting Internal Dialogues

SEX AND THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL: When She Says ‘Maybe’

Spring Cleaning continues… The following is the second of a series of three columns that I wrote in the late 1980s for a little publication called “Air, Dirt & Ink” (ADI) that I produced and shared with family and friends. Yeah, I’ve been writing these sad tales for a very long time, and they seem to continue. Enjoy. Dec 1987 [ADI Editors’ Note: Is it … Continue reading SEX AND THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL: When She Says ‘Maybe’

SEX AND THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL: I Survived the EET . . . Kind’a

Spring Cleaning, or a sorts, I’ve been scanning in boxes and boxes of old essays and various bits of writing and stumbled up this gem. The following is one of a series of three columns that I wrote in the late 1980s for a little publication called “Air, Dirt & Ink” (ADI) that I produced and shared with family and friends. Yeah, I’ve been writing … Continue reading SEX AND THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL: I Survived the EET . . . Kind’a

Mentoring and Learning the Wrong Lessons

From my Masters studies at Pepperdine University, comes this tidbit of my own mentor-deficient journey. Spring. 2002 I can’t believe how my brother betrayed me. There he was, just rambling on, completely oblivious to the betrayal. I can’t believe he’d forgotten the vows we’d made during those numberless sweaty Saturdays out in the backyard under the heartless afternoon sun as our father rained down on … Continue reading Mentoring and Learning the Wrong Lessons

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Not Missing the Piece

After having a casual conversation with an attractive coworker, I pondered the puzzle of having such amazing friends but my apparent inability to have someone special in my life. Being a bit older I quickly brushed past the comedy that is having sex, and thought about all the other parts of what it means to share a life with someone. What’s the morning routine? Who … Continue reading Not Missing the Piece

Her: “It’s Not You, It’s Me” In the Age of AI

Sometimes when our technology gets out of hand the result isn’t the violent demise of humankind, but that’s not to say that it might not result in something worse. There are those who saw Spike Jonze’s “Love in a digital age” fairy tale, Her, during it’s theatrical run and all they saw was weird high-waisted pants and disembodied phone-sex. I saw something very different. But … Continue reading Her: “It’s Not You, It’s Me” In the Age of AI