Random Notes: Composer Paul Johnson Rogers
Random notes from a British composer living in America.
Black Widows and Walnuts
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Even though I am, as usual, in the sort of position where I could do with losing a bit of weight, I've just eaten 43,000,000 walnuts. Th...
Contributory Negligence
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I just tripped over my dog. As he's seen plenty of insurance company tv adverts, he barked and ran straight to the treat jar for compens...
A Pretty Good Day
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Recently, I met a friend for breakfast and managed to eat in a manner that might have suggested to the casual onlooker that I’d never before...
Shut Up
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“Shut Up.” A play in one act by Paul Johnson Rogers. Dramatis Personae Two friends: Jim: A grumpy, middle-aged middle manager who mistakenly...
Doordashing Sentence
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A guy in the supermarket just asked me if I was a doordasher, which I at first thought was someone who filled their cart and fled the store ...
Snot and Civility
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I was just reminded of how, many years ago in England, the workplace culture was such that, even if you had frothing flu, with snot bubbling...
Small town America
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I just love small town America. I was once visiting a town in Washington State and dropped my car off for an oil change. I had an hour or tw...
The Public Wants Cheese!
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I have pretty bizarre dreams most nights. In last night's weirdo spectacular, the band Heart came round, with an entourage of about thir...
Getting ‘The Blues’
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We’ve decided that ours is to become a blues household. With that in mind, we’re trying to pick a new name for the dog. I’m thinking ‘Lumpy ...
Freelancing
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Like most of my freelance colleagues, I regularly pitch for all sorts of jobs. One of my (very successful) colleagues reckoned on a ‘hit rat...
Whidbey Island Time Machine
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Recently, we were lucky enough to be able to rent an ‘AirBnB’ on the beautiful Whidbey Island. Early one morning, we saw a grey whale swim p...
From Pioneer to Plonker
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It's astonishing how helpless one can feel on arriving in a new country. In the UK I rewired a house; in the US I have to think before w...
The Manly Art of Boudoiring.
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One bright weekend, a little while ago, my beloved-partner-in-all-things announced her intention to convert our bedroom into a boudoir, a te...
A Missouri Memory
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Hummingbirds are fantastical creatures. I was sitting outside on a sweltering and humid Missouri afternoon, listening to the wall of sound t...
The Day We Moved to America
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Our plane landed at Chicago. It was lunchtime and it was hot; we disembarked, slowly cleared customs, eventually found our luggage, collecte...
From salad to supervirus
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Today, I went to the supermarket and completely forgot to buy one of those bags of salad that you leave unopened at the bottom of the fridge...
Sigh…
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A little while ago, I went along to meet someone on whom I wanted to make a good impression, not least for future work opportunities. You mi...
School Nativity Plays
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I was talking to someone recently about elementary school concerts and how I probably wouldn’t want to attend another one that didn’t includ...
Irrational Fears
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I knew a guy in England who had an irrational fear of beaches. It was irrational because England doesn’t really get tsunamis or have much in...
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