Category: Life

The Underdog of 199th Street

Ferhat loved the trumpet. We played in Junior High band together and his passion was consuming him. “Maynard Ferguson, man – have you ever heard him play? He is amazing!” His excitement was infectious as he put on the record. “Listen to those high notes – He is the best ever!” Of course, I was…


VIDEO BLOG: The Accessible Studio Tour

I’m excited to bring you my first ever video blog. I figured I’d start out by giving you a tour of my home studio, complete with a bit of an explanation about how I get around using various assistive technologies like screen magnifiers and the like. Let me know what you think….


The Light of Elendil (or 10 Years Without Mine Eyes)

So 10 years ago today, I started losing my eyesight. This is kind of a weird thing to observe, as part of me is sad of course. Yet, there is this sense of time, and personal accomplishment. Look. This wasn’t an easy decade. But in the end, I feel like I came out the other…


Banana Grubs and Dirtbags: The Best College Nicknames

(Editor’s note: This entry is from my son Jeremy Zhen. I believe this is his first-ever blog entry of any kind beyond FB status updates.) I have made this for no particular reason. I was bored and I had free time. It has been a topic of discussion in my house for some time now….


Attack of the Killer Sponges

My youngest son, Cameron, had a student project in his middle school to make a little video inspired by his fears. The teach does this sort of assignment every year. I distinctly remember my older son’s production which entailed him being devoured in time-lapse fashion by rubber worms. But in the years since, I have…


Paratransit Travelogue

I should have written about these adventures long ago. It is something of a secret world, these Para-Transit adventures of mime. Let me explain with some background first. Para Transit services are available in Broward County, Florida where I live. PT services enable people like me, people with disabilities that prevent them from driving a…


Lisa’s Facebook Hell, Part 2

Ok, a big relief here in Zhenland as Lisa’s Facebook problem seems to have been solved. For real this time. As you may recall in my earlier post (here: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/note.php?note_id=243171100520), we had some success logging on to her account last night, however brief. Shortly after logging on, we could no longer get in, receiving the…


Lisa’s Facebook Hell

This story begins with a warning: Make sure you have registered MULTIPLE EMAIL ADDRESSES with Facebook. And make sure that at least one of your email addresses is from one of the big email providers, like GMAIL, HOTMAIL, YAHOO etc. Why? Because this nightmare could be yours. Pass this around. Share it with others. And…


Seeing the Imperfect Candidate

My initial thoughts on this blog entry were going to center on the racial challenges facing the nation as it comes, at large, to grips with the prospect of Barack Obama as President. Essentially, the issues and views on the issues held by Obama would make him a very attractive candidate to me in an…


Crazy Like Evel Knievel Coming In To Land….

He is there, all brave on his bike at the end of 194th street. The run up to the ramp is, in retrospect, a bit long for the legs of a 8-year old. They will surely tire before he reaches the ramp, falling short of the maximum velocity necessary to complete the jump successfully. But he is brave. He is invincible He is Evel Knievel. Well, not really. He is me, George, circa 1974 or so. Like many kids with Huffy bikes, no PlayStation, and impressionable psyches, I am reenacting one of the many jumps of the iconic daredevil. This time, I really intend to jump far, not fake a crash like so many times before. I will touch the sky as I leap my bicycle over a ramp of plywood and milk crate, the world will slow down and Angie Dickinson will film me in all my glory. And therein lies the problem. Angie Dickinson, the buxom blonde bombshell of 1970s “Police Woman” fame, was there in 1967 when the real Evel bounced like a rag doll at the base of his landing ramp in the parking lot of Caesar’s Palace. She actually ran the camera. That famous footage of the real Evel breaking every bone in his body – that was her shaky camera work. A curse, the woman. She must of been there that day on 194th Street, because I developed one hell of a case of road rash in the ensuing moments. One second, a ramp in front of me. Then sky. Then road. Then pain. My dad cursed Evel that day as he bandaged my wounds. Thereafter, I was out of the daredevil business. I did however beg for (and receive) an Evel Kinevel Stunt Van for Christmas that year. My best Christmas present ever. Yes, EVER. So thanks for the memories, Robert Craig Knievel. The 8-year old in me will always find you a hero, and the adult will always have a scarred knee to remember you by…