Category Archives: Autobiography

Once upon a time in my childhood…

The Things You Take

Posted on August 9, 2018 by Doctor Quack

Two weeks and one day ago, my girlfriend and I drove up to Whiskeytown Lake, a picturesque reservoir nestled in the outskirts of California’s Klamath Mountains, to look at the blazing flames and swirling smoke of a remote wildfire towering … Continue reading →

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Young Man by the Creek

Posted on March 10, 2016 by Doctor Quack

Swollen was the oft dry creek bed with the rains of El Niño.  Turbulent brown waters were tugging at the brilliant broad leaves of trees often too high to be bothered.  Humble caps of mushrooms were pushing through the riparian … Continue reading →

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Mountaineering

Posted on July 5, 2015 by Doctor Quack

There exists a certain madness that consumes many who seek adventure amidst their tame and sterile realities.  This madness drives us to jeopardize the lives and safety of ourselves and those we love, and yet we revere those who are possessed … Continue reading →

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Compatibility

Posted on January 20, 2015 by Doctor Quack

Allow me to begin with a lengthy anecdote: An old friend and I reunited after nine years.  I had visited him briefly in 2009, but regrettably, I spent the whole time complaining of a broken heart and other such nonsense.  Through … Continue reading →

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The Depths Whence Elation is Born

Posted on February 26, 2014 by Doctor Quack

Bear with me, Reader; I do not intend to be vulgar.  That is not why we’re here. I had once made the statement that everything is beautiful, and if we don’t find something beautiful, it’s simply because we don’t understand … Continue reading →

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White Mountain Peak: love atop hell

Posted on January 17, 2014 by Doctor Quack

When I think of the most beautiful place I’ve ever been, I think of White Mountain Peak. White Mountain Peak is an arid and lifeless mountain emerging from the desolate desert floor in Eastern California.  There are no trees.  There … Continue reading →

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The Chicken Dance: a pathetic tale of melancholic self-pity

Posted on November 6, 2013 by Doctor Quack

I’ve learned in recent years that if I want to do something, I can’t be afraid of doing it alone.  If I always waited around for people to join me, I’d still be waiting.  I can’t let the lameness of … Continue reading →

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The Saga of Expression

Posted on October 19, 2013 by Doctor Quack

Once upon a time in Italy, a beautiful woman winked at me.  The wink occurred in a church, and I saw it from across the nave, as clear as a twinkling star.   That was eight years ago, and it … Continue reading →

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Being a Stranger

Posted on September 28, 2013 by Doctor Quack

Julia was the first woman I met when I moved to Austin. She was a barista at the Starbucks by my apartment.  Before I had internet, I had Starbucks.  Before I had friends, I had Julia.  So every night until … Continue reading →

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The Worst Lesson I Ever Learned

Posted on July 10, 2013 by Doctor Quack

Let me tell you the 2nd worst lesson I ever learned: Good things come to those who wait. Truth be told, those who wait may wait forever.  Good Fortune is not seeking you out.  It isn’t even waiting to be … Continue reading →

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