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Armchair theorist, poet, and occasional IT manager, Sascha B. is equipped with a Master's Degree in Middle Eastern Studies from the University of Texas, and is not afraid to use it. His work has been published by the University Press of America, Edwin Mellen Press, University of Texas Press, and a variety of small journals nationwide. He is also the proprietor and baker for 3141 Pie, of which you should eat many.

The Deal

I stopped blogging in 2013, when life overtook me. My father became ill and died shortly thereafter, and my mother was left with increasing dementia. I became the primary caregiver, and now orchestrate my mother's care and our family estate.

Now, I am coming up for air again.

Looking for the next book to read. All suggestions welcome.

My reading list is over here.







Thursday, December 08, 2005

Schadenfreude Mark II

The rumor passed by Andrew Sullivan that Rumsfeld is toast. This could be the most interesting news in a while; coming on the heels of Rice's European tour, and the concessions already seen by the Bush administration to at least the vestiges of truth, the departure of Rummy may be a long overdue breath of fresh air. Let's hope that it isn't just more hot air blown from within the beltway.
Home Again

Right. Back in San Francisco, and after Rome, and London, and New York, this city seems a ghost town. So few people on the streets, so little activity. So quiet. And it isn't helping that I am in transition: looking for a new job, single again and looking for companionship, considering once again relocating to Manhattan...

I feel inured to the news; the politics of the international arena, and the ups and downs of the local California muddle, and all the Beltway bothers in Washington; none of it makes much of an impact on me right now. We are at war, we have been at war, we shall be at war for some time to come. Lives will be lost, and lies will be told. This is something that we cannot change, though to fight against it is anything but futile. But I have no energy to become irate about things I cannot change right now, at the end of the year. I have to focus on the smaller things. Cultivate my own little garden. So for the time being, no rants on the state of the world. No bitterness blasted out toward society and government. Just the random rant on the little things that face me in this life.

More importantly: My latest play will be given in a staged reading at the start of the year; it should be a good lark for anyone interested in coming. We are just beginning to get organized, so if you're an actor and interested in reading for a part, please contact me.

The sun is breaking out between the clouds; it is time for me to get myself in motion, go to the gym, get healthy, and then face the world.

Wish me luck!