Author Archives: Pat Greene

Damn, I’m good.

Last night, I went to my usual Monday night trivia game at the dive bar near my house. I was a team of one; there were seven teams of three to six, and one team of two (that finished dead last). … Continue reading

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The crazy lady hands out mental health advice.*

I don’t speak in public. I occasionally engage in other expressive conduct (I’ve walked out of church sermons in protest), but I haven’t spoken. Until yesterday. I attended one of the many rallies against Charlottesville at city hall. As I … Continue reading

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I <3 these people.

I am working on an extensive post about the geographical origins of Trumpism, but in the meantime, I just feel like posting something absolutely trivial. (The Trumpism post is still in progress, and while I think it’s important (at least … Continue reading

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Why bother?

I hate Barnett Newman. Actually, to be specific, I hate Barnett Newman’s work. (And do not get me started on Rothko.) I once sat for fifteen minutes in the Museum of Modern Art glaring at Vir Heroicus Sublimis, muttering and … Continue reading

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Watching the crazies.

The Not-So-Little Drummer Boy was a cool kid who grew up into a neat adult. He has moved out of New York and now teaches English to kindergartners, which he enjoys, and he has a girlfriend who I have not … Continue reading

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It’s a day.

I have three separate posts that I am working on. One about Trump supporters and the Deep South, one about immigration and the Statue of Liberty, and one about art museums. And I am not working on any of them. … Continue reading

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In San Francisco, no less.

To tell you the truth, I’m still freaked out by the whole thing. On a random impulse, I decided to go to the beach, hoping to see the sun set. I hopped in the Rocket Scientist’s car (he’s out of … Continue reading

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Affirmative action for whom?

The Trump administration believes that white men have been disadvantaged in college admissions. The Civil Rights Division of the Justice Department, in a development that would be amusingly hypocritical if it were not a sickening subversion of everything the division … Continue reading

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Do you ever feel like you are in a movie? I do right now, except that if any screenwriter attempted to capture and put down on paper the current state of our government no studio would greenlight it. The whole … Continue reading

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Heroism.

Before I start, let’s acknowledge that yes, Susan Collins and Lisa Murkowski showed courage in their early and continuing opposition to the Republican health bill. I don’t contest that, nor do I minimize their efforts to prevent a bill that … Continue reading

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Dunkirk. No spoilers.

I saw Dunkirk last night. Part of me wishes I hadn’t. Dunkirk falls into the “important movies that I think everyone should see and I am very glad I saw but I never want to see again” category, much like … Continue reading

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I often write about politics. You may have noticed I’m not doing that right now. It’s because anything political is a moving target these days. It takes me a couple of days to digest what is going on, and in the … Continue reading

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Who?

I have not been a Dr. Who fan all my life. I first saw the series during the beginning of the Fourth Doctor, when the Rocket Scientist and I would go to his parents for Sunday dinner (they would give … Continue reading

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Eight.

Eight. Eight black and white paintings of young women with smooth and airbrushed skin, drawn from the pages of their school yearbook. Pretty young women, smiling, with the bouffant hairdos so common in the late sixties. I was confronted by … Continue reading

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Art matters. I know how much art matters because, while still recovering from pneumonia, I stupidly spent hours wandering around the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. It began when the Rocket Scientist and I spent Sunday in SF to … Continue reading

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