Brick Wahl

I'm a writer. But there are zillions of writers. Here's some of my stuff.

Menu

Skip to content
  • Home
  • About Brick Wahl
  • Everything your English teacher taught you was wrong
  • Letter of reference
  • Plugs

Posted on February 16, 2013 by Brick Wahl

The brickwahl.com universe so far also includes brickpicks.com (culture), bricksbrain.com (cognition, perception and my epilepsy), and brickspolitics.com, brickshistory.com and bricksscience.com.

Related

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Post navigation

← John Altman
It fades, pads closing, in a long, drawn out sigh…. →

Categories

Recent Posts

  • Pete Fountain’s car
  • 420
  • Poindexter
  • Jeopardy
  • Retired guy in a pandemic
  • Nature Boy
  • Flying
  • About all the missing words….
  • Little things
  • Glop
  • Louie Louie
  • Retired guyness
  • And suddenly it was 2021
  • And suddenly it was 2021
  • Gibbsville
  • Usinger’s
  • Sprained ankle, a month later, I think
  • Must have been something I said
  • Nuclear War
  • Sprained ankle
  • Shame train
  • Two Canadians walk into a bar
  • Man vs quake
  • Now they tell me
  • Jazz panel

Archives

My latest writing at: Brick's Picks

John Gilbert

Watched Downstairs last night, from 1932, in which John Gilbert is incredibly convincing as a vile, thieving, conniving lowlife of a chauffeur with no redeeming virtues whatsoever. Weird choice of role for a leading man with a career on the rocks, weirder still that he’d written the story himself and wanted to do it so […]

About all those missing words….

Sorry there’s no more of the great gobs of prose I used to spill out all over these blogs. People have been asking. Alas, epilepsy was really fucking with the long essays, and I finally had to stop. Had to stop working too. Had to stop just about everything. It’s been a couple years now […]

My latest writing at: Brick's Politics

Remember when Reagan said ketchup was a vegetable?

Actually Ronald Reagan didn’t say ketchup was a vegetable. And it wasn’t Reagan that didn’t say ketchup was a vegetable, anyway. It was his Department of Agriculture that didn’t say it. The ketchup bit was a sarcastic comment in I believe a Newsweek op ed that then did the 1981 analog equivalent of going viral, […]

We Are All the Suez Canal

Shit. Never mind.

My latest writing at: Brick's History

About all those missing words….

Sorry there’s no more of the great gobs of prose I used to spill out all over these blogs. People have been asking. Alas, epilepsy was really fucking with the long essays, a d I finally had to stop. Had to stop working too. Had to stop just about everything. It’s been a couple years […]

Roman numerals

It’s taken a millennium for Arabic numbers—actually Indo-Arabic numbers—to replace Roman numerals, which cling to use in the Anglo-American world, but just barely. Roman numerals we still call them, because numbers were numerals a century ago. But numerals became numbers since then, while Roman numerals remained numerals, stuck a century ago, when they still retained […]

My latest writing at: Brick's Science

Speciation

Not to change the subject, but this is how evolution gets all fucked up.

Sink Water Faucet Tip Swivel Nozzle Adaptor Kitchen Aerator Tap Chrome Connector

I’d never bought a Sink Water Faucet Tip Swivel Nozzle Adaptor Kitchen Aerator Tap Chrome Connector before. I’d always thought it was a metaphor. OK, I didn’t think it was a metaphor. That was the opener. It didn’t work. Forget it. But to smoothly segue, Sink Water Faucet Tip Swivel Nozzle Adaptor Kitchen Aerator Tap […]

My latest writing at: Brick's Brain

About all those missing words….

Sorry there’s no more of the great gobs of prose I used to spill out all over these blogs. People have been asking. Alas, epilepsy was really fucking with the long essays, and I finally had to stop. Had to stop working too. Had to stop just about everything. It’s been a couple years now […]

These sentences seem adrift on their own

[from 2019, I think] Head on a floor cushion I just woke from a three hour nap on the floor in front of the TV. If I hadn’t had to piss I’d still be asleep there. Woke up having no clue what time it was. 3 am? 7 am? That panicky retired guy sensation that […]

Follow Brick Wahl on WordPress.com
Blog at WordPress.com.
Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy