Brian's Other Writing

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A Cinnamon-Sugar Crisis Print E-mail
Written by Brian Houser   
Thursday, 30 September 1999 19:00

BreadIt just became clear to me just how much my life is in disarray. Here in my house on a Friday evening at 11:30 I got a craving for cinnamon-sugar toast.

Now this is just wrong for several reasons. The obvious one is that I'm home alone on a Friday night. That seems to be the basic social measuring stick these days--if you have no place to be on a Friday night you're clearly a dweeb. But the real concern is the cinnamon-sugar issue. Now, sure a lot of people probably have this stuff all the time, especially for breakfast, but I haven't had it since I was nine.

What's even more strange is that I found a reused spice container of homemade cinnamon-sugar in the back of my cupboard. How many years ago did I make that, and how many moves has it survived? It's a shockingly subtle reminder of just how many things I really did learn from my parents. Ahh, yes, the secret family cinnamon-sugar recipe.

Is my life really so empty that it is easily, at least temporarily, fulfilled by the brown sandy grains swimming in the butter? I suspect it is and feel a twinge of anticipation as I watch the delightful mixture merge into the tiny warm crevices of the toast.

As I take my first bite I have to consider whether it's really such a bad thing to receive pleasure from a piece of warm toast on a Friday night.

Last Updated on Saturday, 26 July 2008 20:51
 
Shattering Pain Print E-mail
Written by Brian Houser   
Saturday, 31 January 1987 19:00

[This is a paper I did for a college class about an incident that happened to me as a kid.] 

"Why don't you all go outside and play?" my mother asked as she carried her filled laundry basket toward the glass storm door. "It's too nice out to stay here in the garage." Her voice echoed off the cement floor as the poorly-adjusted door slammed behind the fading image of her body.

Why should we listen to her? We were completely content in the garage, playing our various games. Why should the five of us (my sister, Michelle; three neighborhood friends, and I) allow the weather to alter our plans? So what if the sun was shining brightly to complement the warm breeze blowing outside; we wanted to play inside. Besides, I was six whole years old; Mother Nature shouldn't be allowed to push me around.

Last Updated on Saturday, 26 July 2008 21:18
 
Black Friday Print E-mail
Written by Brian Houser   
Monday, 31 October 1983 19:00

[This is a satiral essay I did as an eleventh grade English class assignment.]

Many things are characterized by the color black. Such things are usually negative. For example, the Black snakes, the Black Widow spider, Black spot (a plant disease), blackball, and the Black Plague. Of course, there are many others, and just within recent years, Americans have termed the phrase "Black Friday" to a dreadful date of the household calendar. No, this isn't another type of Easter holiday like Good Friday. This has very little to do with anything pleasant (I never knew what was so good about Good Friday, anyway). Yes, I'm talking about the day which once a year stikes the healthy, wealthy, and wise (sometimes the sick, poor, and stupid, too). Yes, yes, yes, this is the great day which affects almost all of mankind: the day after Thanksgiving when the Christmas shopping season starts with a big bang. This is termed Black Friday not only because it is so detrimental to Americans' bank accounts, but also because it is the time of year when stores' accounts come out of the red and go into the black. This day (the fourth Friday in November) is known by the familiar symptoms of pushing and shoving, nerves at a high stress level, discourteous people, aching feet, and heaping shopping bags dangling from slouched shoulders. I think this day is only for the fun of seeing just how many people can fit into a shopping mall. If you're into robbing stores, today might be a good day to perform your acts; or would it--the stores also like to stock up on policemen on this great "holiday", so maybe it would be better to rob a bank on this day, while all the cops are in the shopping center (just make sure the bank you hold up isn't in the shopping mall too). I think it is interesting that you see almost no one throwing coins into the fountains on Black Friday. The shoppers don't have even a penny to spare. You'd think someone would throw in a penny and wish for more money. No, it would probably just fly back out and hit them in the eye or something. Black Friday is the day when you have to wait in line for everything: the checkout counter, the restaurants, the escalators and elevators, the rest rooms, and even the little seats in the mall (the ones surrounded by those cheap artificial plants). Oh, I almost forgot--even before you get in the mall, you'll probably have to walk at least five miles unless you come before seven in the morning to get a good parking place. Alot of people do--they arrive before dawn and light up their portable grills on the parking lot for a great ham and egg breakfast. But after it's all over, you'll be so relieved, won't you?

Last Updated on Saturday, 26 July 2008 21:19
 


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