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  • Visiting LAs Art District and My Past – Thoughts from April 20, 2024

    Visiting LAs Art District and My Past – Thoughts from April 20, 2024

    Appropriately for today, I will point out the times recently when I have smelled marijuana around me. This, of course, is 420, man. I’ve never smoked … well, anything, but no one I know has ever even smoked marijuana around me. I only know what it smells like because it smells like skunk. This has…

    Brian Kirwan

    February 4, 2025
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    2024, 420, apartment, arcades in the 80s, art district, artsy furniture, classic arcade and pinball bar, decorating aesthetic, deli, expensive cars, fancy amenities, food experiences, freeway, Frogger, gourmet grocery store, hip clientele, humor, items that make a statement, Jesus Christ Superstar album, lack of a TV, local restaurant, Los Angeles, LP collection, macaroni salad, marijuana smell, Mexican food, minimalism, nephew, Patti, people who don’t have a TV, Philippe’s, pinball machines, purple egg, sawdust on the ground, smelling dead skunks on the freeway, smells like skunk, smoking marijuana, sweet potato tacos, Tapper, taxes, thoughts, Tron, unique Asian items, vegan status, Vegas, video games, well-paid creatives, western religions traveling east
  • Vegas from Fremont Street – Thoughts from April 14, 2024

    Vegas from Fremont Street – Thoughts from April 14, 2024

    Patti and I went to Vegas for five days and I didn’t write one word while I was there. Many things happened, but I was too busy eating, drinking, and gambling. Now, I’ll try to think back on the days and write about them. The first thing was leaving the cats knowing we wouldn’t be…

    Brian Kirwan

    January 28, 2025
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    2024, buffet, carpool raffle, cats, comedians, daily routine with cats, demanding a wheelchair, drag show, driving to Vegas, eating drinking and gambling, falling asleep, forgetting drivers license, Fremont Street, going to puke, half-naked people, Handsome podcast, Las Vegas, lesbians, liberal views, licking my hair, Long Island iced teas, loudspeakers, older server, oldest hotel in Vegas, Patti, people screaming, players club card, pure alcohol, several drinks past the limit, slurring words, smell of marjuana, stretching, themed slot machine, thoughts, Tig Notaro, truly big money, vacations, Vegas, Vegas at night, winning big money, writing, young women dancing on the bar
  • Preparing for Vegas – Thoughts from April 6, 2024

    Preparing for Vegas – Thoughts from April 6, 2024

    Patti and I drive out tomorrow to Las Vegas. She wants to leave the house at 11:00 am. You may consider that barely in the morning, but it’s what time I woke up this morning. I set the clock for 9:00 am so I can do some of my morning stuff. Yes, two hours is…

    Brian Kirwan

    January 21, 2025
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    2024, avoiding sweets, buffet, cats, cigarettes a day, cleaning litter boxes, cutting down smoking, drowning in the chocolate river, encouragement, entertaining thoughts, feeding cats, gaining weight, give away our room, hiding cats, Las Vegas, lost part of her sight, Patti, petting the cats, quit smoking, regular morning stuff, smoking less, thoughts, Thoughts papers, too drunk, vegan diet, Vegas trip, watching the cats, Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, writing on vacation
  • Being Irish, Retiring, and Rocks in My Throat – Thoughts from March 17 to 23, 2024

    Being Irish, Retiring, and Rocks in My Throat – Thoughts from March 17 to 23, 2024

    March 17, 2024 St Patrick’s Day means nothing to me. I used to care about wearing green on this day, but I’ve realized over the years that my last name is the only thing Irish about me. I’ve never been to Ireland, don’t drink beer, and am the opposite of a Catholic. Like every other…

    Brian Kirwan

    January 14, 2025
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    2024, a few cigarettes a day, allergy medication, back of my throat, being Irish, ChatGTP, choking, default formatting, don’t drink beer, entertaining coworkers, format a document, four-leaf clovers, Google searches, green underwear, hives on my hands, iPhone, Ireland, leprechauns, Microsoft Word, movie watcher, nasal ache, nasal spray, non-Catholic, Old Spaghetti Factory, pain in my throat, Patti, Patti’s retirement, pinching people, quitting smoking, religious holiday, retiree, retirement, retirement parties, St Patrick’s Day, television watcher, thoughts, throat doctor, throat specialist, tiredness, watching movies, watchlist, wearing green
  • Competing Audio, Cassette Players, and Gender Outlaws – Thoughts from March 14 and 16, 2024

    Competing Audio, Cassette Players, and Gender Outlaws – Thoughts from March 14 and 16, 2024

    March 14, 2024 I’m at the Honda dealer getting my car worked on. It’s just a regular oil change with a tire rotation and new windshield wipers added. There is a TV on in the waiting area with a house buying show on it. Music is playing in the background much louder than it usually…

    Brian Kirwan

    January 7, 2025
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    1989, 2024, audio cassette tapes, competing audio, dedicated audio interface, digital audio, dual tape player, flash drives, Gender Outlaw: On Men Women and the Rest of Us, graduated high school, grease the gear, Honda dealer, house buying show, incomplete categories, judging other people’s color choices, labeling people, LGBTQ community, loss of privilege, loud screeching noise, marginalized group experience, new model, noise overload, oil change, one good ear, other people’s stories, research online, screechy noise, seeing a rainbow in black and white, thoughts, trans person, true scope of people, VCR interface, writing
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