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FOLLOWING THE HEARD was going to be a book; a book about the calculated manipulation of words, the intended consequences, and the malignant souls behind it all — our media, marketers, and electeds, determined to craft narratives, influence behavior, and crush dissent. Yeah, them. But every time I get close to publishing, they escalate. I edit. It never ends. It just feels like I'm writing a damn blog. So, for now, it's a damn blog.

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Intended Consequences

"...our language is under siege. For decades, it’s been used, abused, and repurposed to manipulate — and we’re too distracted and complacent to see it."

Oct 5, 20257 min read

Strangers, Snowflakes, and Candyasses

“You’re a keen observer of stuff.” It was 19 ninety-something when that odd sentiment fell from the face hole of a dear friend. It was a lovely observation of his own, I thought — until I thought about it. I’m good at observing? That’s where it ends? I just watch, shrug, blink myself outta the moment, and move on to the next distraction? Thanks…man. Yeah, calling out my deliberate and obvious social detachment was some good-natured ballbustery, but from a longtime bro , i

Oct 4, 20256 min read

The Crossover Kid

I’ve always sort of lived here, in the middle space; never really latching on to trends or pop culture. The younger me was into playing baseball and hockey, listening to my brother’s favorite music, and cooking. And girls. Still am. I enjoy solitary things. Three or four hours in the kitchen is a catharsis. Cross-country flights in Business Class (expensing it) are where a lot of the notes for this self-serving bloggity blog were scribbled. I just love being alone. Maybe th

Oct 3, 20253 min read

We All Just Got Along

It was 1989 AD. Everyone and everything was cool, right? Madonna released Like a Prayer . The Cure saved me with Disintegration . Paul's Boutique was the Beastie Boys' ballsy pop-hip-hop triumph over everyone. At work, there was still not a Mac to be seen. We all still had hardwired rotary phones and shared a single number with our entire families. Sometimes our siblings told us when someone had called. We slept outside to score concert tickets; literal physical tickets that

Sep 29, 20256 min read

Hyphen Nation

I always have been and always will be Irish-American. My friends growing up on Long Island were all hyphenated-something or other; all second- or third-generation Americans of European or Asian descent but we were never, nor have we become since, “European-American” or “Asian-American” or any other hyphenated version of ourselves. I'm American. But in the neighborhood, I was “Irish”. Around the corner, the kids were “Chinese”. The kids a few doors down were “Italian”. Across

Sep 28, 20257 min read

The Spirit of '76

Before dumpster diving was called dumpster diving, my brother and I dove into dumpsters to collect cans. Shut up, we were kids. Not like the folks today who drive their seatless SUVs all over suburbia on recycling day, wasting more nickels on gas than they’ll ever make at the 5¢-a-pop supermarket compactor. No, we were scavengers on a treasure hunt. There was a period in the mid-1970s when the junkyard was a buffet. We’d come across the occasional girly mag that we’d stash an

Sep 27, 20256 min read

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Hi, I'm Kev. This here is my blog. It's part memoir (as far as I remember), part observation, and part unsolicited opinion. Sort of an ongoing stream of foolishness. A day-to-day dump of what I'm thinking and where I'm coming from. On that subject, I'm Bronx-born and Long Island-raised. I'm a fairly likable early-onset curmudgeon, a common sense enthusiast, and a gifted cynic. I'm a pretty decent husband and a damn good dad. My family is everything. Nice people. I love to cook. I love hockey. And gin. Also, I write.

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