borgo's New Writeups

Some people feel the rain, others just get wet (personal)

2009-05-05T21:47:53Z

For those of you who have been around E2 for awhile you'll most likely remember my kid as some sweet young aspiring poet/writer who shined her little light here in the form of daylogs and whatever else crossed her mind. For those of you who were fortunate enough to actually meet her in person, I hope you took some of that light with you. I know I did and luckily for me it keeps glowing stronger every day.

Anyhow, the little one, well, lets just say she ain't so little anymore. Over the years I've tried to chronicle some of our shared experiences and make sense of them in ways that other folks and readers could relate to. I hope I did both her and them some justice in that endeavor.

Next month she'll be moving on from the school she's called home for the last eight years and on to high school. In honor of this rite of passage the school she's graduating from has requested that…

Every Picture Tells a Story (person)

2009-01-08T01:01:13Z

As hard as it is to believe, there was a time many years before he became a crooner of ballads and singer of Christmas songs that Rod Stewart flat out rocked. For those of you who might not be old enough to recall those days, give a listen to Every Picture Tells A Story and see if that doesn't change your mind. The stuff he did with The Faces was raw, hard and pure. There was little or no synthesizers or computer generated sounds. Instead, mandolins filled the gaps in the music and it sounded as if these guys hit the studio fresh off a hangover the size of a Greek tragedy.
Much like me back in those days....

Spent some time feelin' inferior
Standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
But I came out looking just the same

Man, those fuckin' high school years...Tryin' to fit in all the while while tryin' to stand out. Puberty and the related

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Fish sticks versus linear equations (idea)

2008-11-15T01:00:46Z

Fish sticks, also commonly referred to as fish fingers, are a processed food made using a whitefish such as cod which have been battered and/or breaded. They are commonly available in the frozen foodsection of Western supermarkets and on children's menus in family-oriented restaurants.

Thanks Wiki, that I can understand.

I used to live what I thought was a relatively simple life. You know, wake up in the morning, go through the AM rituals of showering and taking care of other bathroom necessities, wake the youngen', get her dressed, flip a couple of Pop Tarts in the toaster, drop her off at school and make my way to work.

My days, for the most part, were pretty mundane. Oh, there are project deadlines and various office ego's to contend with but nothing really out of the norm. Yep, my days were predictable. The job paid well and there wasn't what one might call a lot of heavy lifting.

My end of…

A father's thoughts for his daughter (personal)

2008-11-08T16:40:25Z

Warning...

For those of you who can't stomach sentimental claptrap, I suggest you move on. For those of you who don't mind that sort of stuff, please read on. You can't buy this kinda stuff from Hallmark

On the occasion of my 50th birthday my kid gave me this handwritten card encased in plastic that outlined the "50 Reasons Why I Love My Dad". I thought I noded it here somewhere but for the life of me I can't seem to find it.. It still holds a place on the mantle in my living room and every time I look at it I get this warm and fuzzy feeling and turn misty eyed and somehow the day seems better.

Anyway, my kid turned fourteen a little while ago and I felt it was time to reciprocate. These were my words to her and I hope she cherishes them as much as I cherish hers.

50 Reasons Why I Love My Kid

Some come to laugh their past away
Some come to…

And it makes me wonder (idea)

2008-08-09T13:22:33Z

Lately, I've been on the internet just wondering about some old friends that go back twenty and thirty years or so. I spend a lot of time trying to recall the names and faces of the folks that I grew up with and who were responsible for the memories, both good and bad, that seem to dominate my thoughts on a daily basis.
And it makes me wonder what's become of them and what they've done with their lives in comparison to mine and if we share many of the same experiences

So far I haven't had much luck. I've run across a few chat rooms and web pages that specialize in my old stomping grounds and some of the names seem sorta familiar but none jump off the page or make me catch my breath in a gasp of recognition.

And it makes me wonder if anybody out there might be trying to find me and have had the same results.

And it makes me wonder if I'm just a legend in my own mind and that I've somehow managed to disappear from the thoughts of

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July 5, 2008 (personal)

2008-07-05T14:04:58Z

I often find myself wondering if I'm experiencing the onset of early dementia...
(Where are you Sally Ann?)
There's too much time on my hands and I can't for the life of me recall what I did last week
(An internet search on your name only brings back the painful words "In Memoriam")
It runs in the family....mostly on the female side but I was never one for tradition
(You'd only be forty five or forty six)
Sometimes I find myself going off to some pretty dark places in my head and the date on my return ticket seems to stretch out further and further
(I remember playing chess on the stoop in front of your house in Brooklyn like it was only yesterday
And the joy I used to feel is now tinged with an odd sense of foreboding or regret
(We were so young then, it was Boris Spassky versus Bobby Fischer and we'd re-create and debate their moves as if they were our own)
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