Regular Posts Tagged ‘PD’
A Hoarse and Whispery Kitchenside Chat

YouTube has FINALLY processed the video.  So if you tried before and it wasn’t there for you — it is now!
Woke myself up this morning by laughing at something.  I was dreaming something funny, and I chuckled about it and that woke me up.  Can’t remember what was so funny.  But it woke me up.  [...]

Feels Like a Punch in the Throat

This is really getting ridiculous.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve given up smoking cigars.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t ingest phlegm-producing stuff like milk or ice cream after 4 pm.
Nothing I do seems to matter.
Every night.  Every single night.  About an hour before bedtime, my trachea and larynx feel like they’re filling up with a very [...]

My Body, My Own! (For Now!)
14th Mar 2010Posted in: Blog Posts About Stuff, PD Research 0

Well, kids, I know where I’m going when I die.  I’m not talking about anything supernatural or metaphysical… I’m talking about the physical reality of death and what’s gonna happen to this old, Parky body of mine.
I MAY be coming to a Medical School near YOU!
That’s right, boys and girls.  My body, my Earthly remains, [...]

Public Relations 101: “Don’t Piss Off Donors”

I‘ve only been doing public relations/public affairs for a few years… like, oh…10 or so when you include my time in the Navy.  But one thing I’ve known from the start.
When someone says something nice about your organization in print, especially when that person is raising money (however little it may be), you can do [...]

My Cool Promotional Video!
11th Mar 2010Posted in: Blog Posts About Stuff, Video 0

The publisher recommends having a You Tube video to promote your book.  So here’s mine to promote “Deep Brain Diary.”

This morning is one of those mornings when I ask myself a series of questions.
1.  Why am I more tired now than I was when I went to bed?
2.  Why do I feel so hungover when I haven’t been drunk in years, and haven’t had a sip of alcohol in days?
3.  Why do my arms [...]

Standing at the sink, pouring myself a Pepsi.  Out of the corner of my left eye, I see a mouse run out of the closed cabinet door beneath the sink.  He’s black and not all that big, and I can see his tail as he hurries toward the doggie gate.
I turn and look.
No mouse.
Is this [...]