greggillis

Category: Words

  • Objects: 4 Things I Love

    IconWhat do you love? For the topic of “things I love” I’m taking “things that can love you back” off the table, that’s a whole different meditation. No, I’m talking about the things we encounter in life, things that trigger a response in us – art mostly – that not only linger long, but attach themselves in some way to our identity. Of course I can only speak for myself, but I hope it’ll trigger similar reflection in you – an excuse to remember deeply things you may have slipped into the greyer corridors of memory.
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  • Am I in The Storm, or just Wendy’s? (or “One minded like the weather, most unquietly”)

    SS_KingLearBeen thinking a lot about madness.

    Saturday, 9:30 am.

    Gotta’ hustle. It’s the last day of the King Lear seminar and I’m reading the Fool. Spaced out paying the mortgage, swing by the post office to avoid litigation. Starving. (more…)

  • Male Madness

    SS_ToolsThere’s something funny ’bout men. It’s also the thing that makes us so charming (or brutish, depending on how this trait plays itself out).

    We’re stupid.

    Now, all you women out there stop chuckling, this isn’t a validation of white wine-fueled “male bashing”, just a simple observation. We don’t “think”, we simply posses a catalog of ideas we assume to be correct, which we then aggressively seek to prove publicly. (more…)

  • Kickin’ It On Wall Street

    SS_NewYorkNew York’s never fun.

    Not cuz’ New York’s not fun, it’s just because I always seem to be here on business, workin’ the rails, freelance, now consulting. Not like when I used to bum around with Todd. The Village never seemed magic, just cool. The right kind of cool. Art cool. (more…)

  • Werewolves: Teaching magic, or just scaring the hell out of my nephews?

    SS_Werewolf“Goddammit Greg, what have you done to my children!?!”

    I’m paraphrasing, but in essence, these were the words that greeted me when I received the call from my dear sister Leslie. Evidently, there had been some nightmare screaming in terror, and subsequent adult soothing, for my nephews…apparently as the result of the werewolf stories I’d been pumping them with. (more…)

  • Vegas: Giant Clowns, Strange Vibes and Babes

    (Special Rough Draft, Pre-Edit Version, please forgive errors)

    SS_ClownI’m in hour 29 of a reverse sensory deprivation jag brought on by discount travel packages and short trips backward and forward in time and reason. I took flight from the desert at 12:00 am Nevada time, hitting DC at 7:30, and have somehow convinced myself the best way to regain my equilibrium is to force myself awake for 48-ish hours. My fear being that if I take a little nappy-pooh, my internal clock will spin horribly awry and I’ll have to take the beer cooler lock-down shift at 7-11 and I look bad in smocks. So I want to spill this tale while I’m still juiced on Vegas time and geist. (more…)