Thomas Wictor

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Denial isn’t one of my problems

I hurt my back a few days ago. Actually, I ruined my back in 1992, when I was working as a field representative for a document-retrieval service. More on that later. Though I have more problems than you can imagine, denial isn’t one of them. That’s an emergency-room wrist band. At 8:00 a.m. I drove…

 

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In too much pain to post

I have a swivel chair that regularly throws me out of it, like it’s a bucking bronco. Two days ago it dumped me on my back, and now I’m in too much pain to think. I have to walk bent double. This has happened several times before. Only bed rest will solve it. So here’s…

 

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Gratitude will get you through

Last night I went to meet my brother Eric and his girlfriend at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). They had a long layover, so Tim and I picked them up, took them to their hotel, had dinner with them, and then came home. It’s the longest trip I’ve made in four years. I’ve changed completely…

 

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A post for my brother Pat

My brother Pat Wictor is a folksinger. Yesterday he called from the road in New York, and we had a two-hour conversation about our father Edward, who died on February 23, 2013. Ed was a mystery to us. He was the most secretive person I’ve ever known. In fact he scared me my whole life…

 

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A recycled post because I’m pooped

My whole lower body hurts, and I’m pooped. Plumb tuckered out. My second day of exercising has turned me into a shell of a man. I’m about to go to bed. Tomorrow is a big day as I prepare for the release of the two Pierre Rehov documentaries and the making of a third film…

 

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Someone sends a message to Iran

There’s some amazing video of a massive explosion next to the Faj Attan neighborhood of Sana’a, the capital of Yemen. We’ve been told that the target was a SCUD missile depot or a missile base. There’s a difference between the two: A missile depot is where you store the weapons, while a missile base is…

 

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An interview with my proofreader

The proofreader of Ghosts and Ballyhoo: Memoirs of a Failed LA Music Journalist is named Tom Pickel. He generously did the job for free. A professional would’ve charged me $2000 at least. Tom is a great proofreader; today he informed me that he’s also a very odd fellow, which is truly excellent. I’m a huge…

 

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I pass AND Fail the Israel Test

An Israeli alerted me to George Gilder’s Israel Test. Although I pass the test as Gilder lays it out, I fail it miserably in other ways. First the test. You won’t regret the four minutes and thirty-seven seconds you invest in watching this video. I’ve never been envious of anybody for any reason, because as…

 

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Cancer of the mind

There’s a cancer of the mind. It’s called “fantasy.” Like cheesecake, fantasy is great in controlled dosages. My brother Paul and my sister Carrie once made a cheesecake with strawberry topping, split it in half, and finished it down to the last crumb of graham-cracker crust. Neither of them ate cheesecake again for over twenty…

 

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Catastrophe: Why I hate my neighbors

If you read my memoir Ghosts and Ballyhoo, you’ll learn about Syd the Second. I’m absolutely convinced that he was the reincarnation of Syd the First. The reason I call Syd the Second the Cat Who Saved My Life is that he set a magnificent example of how to overcome trauma. Though a maniacally untrustworthy…

 

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