Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers wherever you may be! Welcome to my experimental online little girlie magazine published here in the City of Pittsburgh. I like to say, Pittsburgh is my Paris. Guy Hogan is my name and blogging is my game. What makes this girlie magazine experimental? When was the last time you came across an online girlie magazine that focused on the subjects of blogging, karaoke, erotic flash fiction, Naked News videos about movies and television and the female nude all in the pages of the same magazine? Probably not too many. Add to those topics other blog posts about every thing from homelessness in the city to the poisoning of the environment to shopping at discount stores to crock pot cooking to posts on how to write flash fiction and I think the word “experimental” is a good description for what we are trying to do here at the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. Who are we? Yours truly and all of the talented writers from all over the world who contribute their short fiction to this publication.
The Yin & The Yang Of The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette
My life as a full-time professional blogger ( being retired allows me to be a full-time professional blogger because otherwise I would starve to death) has fallen into two distinct modes of operation: fiesta and reflection.
My income is modest but secure and I receive it within the first 72 hours of every month. It seems I’ve inherited my father’s in ability to handle money. I know. Don’t blame it on him. My mother was great with money. But I digress…
After years and years of struggle against this personal flaw, in desperation I’ve come up with a drastic solution that works for me now that I have a secure income. During the first 72 hours of every month I pay all my bills. I buy enough food supplies to last me for the new month. I purchase all of my house hold supplies. I make any special purchase that I need like a new pair of boots. And the money that’s left over is designated “fun” money. When the fun money runs out I shift into reflection mode. Oh, I realize this is a fucked up way to live; but in an ass backwards way it works for me.
Years ago when I was a very young man I was certified as a borderline personality. I’m not using hyperbole here. I’m on record at a local hospital as a borderline personality. This diagnosis was rendered soon after I returned from the Vietnam War. I immediately started writing short stories. I realize now that writing was a form of self-therapy for me. Many of those early stories were about young war veterans trying to put their lives back together. Writing was the glue that kept my personality from disintegrating. Writing has literally kept me sane more or less all these years. And now that I’m out of the work force and working for myself I feel whole for the first time in my life.
So, for roughly the first half of each month I have fun hanging out in Little Italy and then for roughly the last half of each month I’m in reflection mode, taking long walks through Schenley Park when I’m up to it or shorter walks through Schenley Plaza and around the campus of the University of Pittsburgh.
My days of fun and my days of reflection feed into this blog.
Days Of Reflection
Since this is the second half of October 2016, I’m in reflection mode. I like sunny, warm weather for my strolls through Schenley Plaza and about the Pitt campus. Although the forecast for today is for more clouds than sunshine with a 60% possibility of rain the high will be a comfortable 75. So I will be out and about today. There is usually a morning walk about and a late afternoon walk about. In between the two walks I listen to classical music, news and sports and sports talk shows on the radio. I engage with social media and I surf the web. I take up my favorite position flat on my back on the sofa with two pillows under my weary head and I read the books on the low table next to the sofa. I like to put up a blog post before the first walk about. It’s a very studious, solitary life. What am I reading now?
The Subterraneans by Jack Kerouac, Good Pussy Bad Pussy by Amy Aimee, Flappers And Philosophers by F. Scott Fitzgerald and On The Road (The Original Scroll) by Jack Kerouac.
Amy Aimee has her own category here at the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. Just Scan down the sidebar to Categories and then down to the Good Pussy Bad Pussy link.
At night I watch videos on YouTube. If I’m listening to sports on the radio or to my favorite talk show host on the local sports show on the radio, I’ll punch up a video about surfing or a silent film. There is no need to listen to the sound track of a video about surfing or a silent film. But sometimes I’ll turn off the radio so I can listen to (ear buds) and watch a movie or a documentary. I watch documentaries about writers, actors and actresses and documentaries about The Doors. Or I’ll watch movies based on the lives of writers, actors and actresses and movies based on the work of writers I like to read: Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Raymond Carver, Henry Miller, Gertrude Stein, Joyce Carol Oates, some of the other Beat Writers and the writers of the Lost Generation…
Everything is material for this blog. The monster must be fed.
But I have to admit, I get antsy during the last half of each month. There is only so much reading and blogging and listening to the radio and taking long walks you can do before cabin fever sets in.
I’ll be back on my regular beat in Little Italy in 13 days and I can hardly suppress my eagerness to interact with the rest of the world again. I can’t wait to drink that first beer at Armand’s and I’ve already picked out the songs I hope to perform at Sonny’s Tavern the first Sunday night of November.
Hail to Pitt!
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The best stories about sex are really not about sex at all. They’re about character. They’re about relationships.–Guy Hogan