“The Liberian Peninsula” Spain and Portugal on “the Liberian Peninsula?” Honest to God, you can’t make this stuff up. Maybe if people took the time to actually read, social media wouldn’t be such a stupid place. By John G. Stamos Read? Are you kidding? “Once I was a scuba diver in the sea of words. […]
Seagrass “Seagrass”. My latest poem. A little Nietzsche with even less Hawthorne. By John G. Stamos Seagrass John G. Stamos Directionless direction, magnetic fields at the poles, and ice is sliding Off shelves, in shelves, in sheaves, to hear them tell it, or it’s not, to hear them tell it. These fields are fallow, Their
Smells Like Plagiarism to Me The written word is a demanding tool. Its use requires giving credit whenever and wherever it’s due. This includes in social media posts. When vapid “influencers” scrub the internet for information to use in their fatuous social media proclamations without acknowledging its sources, it sure smells like plagiarism to me.
Ditching Misconceptions Pushing a digital publication is all about ditching misconceptions. Let me dial you in to how something as simple as your own name can torpedo you, the way a jumbled social media ID takes the wheels off your train, and why (free) subscriptions to The Renaissance Garden Guy matter. By John G. Stamos
Shattered In the Mid-1970s Splurging on Letraset in the production room of a small newspaper. By Russ Smith A few weeks ago I ran across a brief thread on Twitter about the now nearly obsolete press-on sheets of Letraset typefaces, a staple for artists and small newspapers before computers took over. As a young journalist,
Poems of an Arthropodic Nature A pair of (very) short poems inspired by the world of arthropods. Perhaps more poesy than poetry. The whimsy quotient is high. By Ann Simpson-Stamos Weft, Be Gone Ann Simpson-Stamos Golden spider, you are in my hair. You are mistaken; I am not your lair. There will be no web
Heroes: Living, Dead, and Imagined The qualities of the heroes we admire in books and movies are sometimes reflected in real people in our lives. For my severely autistic son and our family, a gifted, quiet young special education teacher embodied the valiant spirit of Aragorn, hero of Lord of the Rings. Does someone in
Customer Disservice at Its Finest Bad customer service sure ain’t what it used to be. By John G. Stamos I’m a Boomer, so I’m relatively old. I attach more than a little wistfulness to this declaration. As I’ve aged, my personal nostalgia quotient has advanced along with the passing years, and I find myself at
The American Diner Diners are misunderstood as dull and lowly establishments, pitted unartfully along crumbling highways and forgotten byways. This is a mistake. The American diner is a humble, accessible gathering place where the spirit of this country rests and replenishes a fraying culture stretched in all directions. It links our past with the present,
Subscribe to The Renaissance Garden Guy Emoji-fried: Hieroglyphics for Dummies Stow the papyrus and keep your mouth shut. We’re emoji-fried: Hieroglyphics for dummies are our quills, our ink, our paper, and our voices. By John G. Stamos It’s not a stretch to think that Alexander Graham Bell would have despised texting. After all, the man
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