<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Artificial Daylight]]></title><description><![CDATA[Artificial Daylight | George Ciardi]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 18:03:52 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.georgeciardi.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[We All Have Our Reasons]]></title><description><![CDATA[My wife and I were walking in the rain talking about the pandemic when I had an idea for a scene for a film. Black and white. I imagined it taking place in the late 1930s in a country run … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/we-all-have-our-reasons</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91d98</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2021 13:51:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_366488be499446e39e5d8d5450f1d6fb~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_720,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Another Way to Go]]></title><description><![CDATA[He stood on the walkway, the grass bending in the breeze around him as the storm approached. Clouds boiled upward a hundred thousand feet into the sky, amber and white, a black maw beneath them stretching past the shoreline and … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/another-way-to-go</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91dbc</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 16:32:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Sorter]]></title><description><![CDATA[The father of the children went out to the car, passing through the shadowed carport. He was angry again, at people, at his faults and failures, his wife. He started the car and put it in reverse, backing out too … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/the-sorter</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91da9</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2016 14:06:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_75310ec5d2d64ffd98a24b2ed8b57271~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_203,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ignorance Is Only Bliss If You Don’t Care]]></title><description><![CDATA[I sometimes think that I don’t know enough about anything. When I say sometimes what I really mean is usually, or often. Or constantly. For instance, I like beer, but I hardly know anything about how it’s made. I know … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/ignorance-is-only-bliss-if-you-don-t-care</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91dbb</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2016 13:29:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_6c44924db40b4e65a2603f5a3345536c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_239,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Often Have Grand Ideas]]></title><description><![CDATA[I often have grand ideas, epiphanies of thought, where the words in my head are flowing by in exactly the order that I’d like to write them. Emotion wells up in me and I know that I have it perfectly … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/i-often-have-grand-ideas</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91daf</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2016 13:15:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_da7f6ae319a64b9db3573d11e35adca9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_204,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Thing That Decides]]></title><description><![CDATA[The timer had been going off for who knows how long before its sound waves penetrated my sleep. I jumped out of the chair and ran into the lab to turn it off. I opened the freezer and pulled out … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/the-thing-that-decides</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91da1</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2016 14:10:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_4218f5650d074d72b58a93fdafa307ce~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_199,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Leap]]></title><description><![CDATA[I tilted the lawn mower up to get at the grass around the edge of the bricks. The blade hit and Smitty screamed “Oww!” as a piece of brick ricocheted off his fleshy upper arm, and Dad yelled at me, … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/_leap</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91d9b</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2016 13:57:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_6f2a0110a9d6446ab95e9ac93e4038a0~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_202,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[An Unscheduled Stop]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Richard Brautigan book in my hand was old. It had been printed in 1971 but I was reading it in 2015. The words hadn’t changed. The cover was flaking and pieces of it were missing. Some parts of it … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/an-unscheduled-stop</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91db1</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2015 19:45:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_3d9d0f84e04e4916bc98e8a999651a11~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_209,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Yellow]]></title><description><![CDATA[I was standing at the corner waiting for the light to change. Across the street was the building I was supposed to be going into. Walls of dirty glass with taxicabs behind them. I had just started driving yesterday. I … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/yellow</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91d97</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2015 06:21:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_765b88f20b2442b090f0d1a76a2f21c0~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_203,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Putting One Over on the EPA]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was the end of a workday, Gerald Ford was winding it down as the nation’s only never-elected president, and I was standing with Dad next to the chemical cabinet scrubbing the lacquer off my hands with a diaper soaked … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/putting-one-over-on-the-epa</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91dac</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2015 13:04:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_b94b4f7dfaa149d79c2e3fed23ff0ad8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_200,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Candlepin]]></title><description><![CDATA[In early June, the sun is high all day and does not come into this room with more than a sliver of light cast on the floor just below the window at midday, leaving me mostly in shadow and heat. … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/candlepin</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91d96</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2015 19:57:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_8042173c1a624f9fa58a8237f74fca45~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_199,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Porky’s Dad]]></title><description><![CDATA[My parents couldn’t come to get me, so I was supposed to ride home with Porky’s dad. I had never met him before and I could never remember Porky’s real name, but it had been decided that I was going … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/porky-s-dad</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91d9a</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2015 06:10:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_1a26f94ed0514b79847d8851da1fccc6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_199,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Cat Lady]]></title><description><![CDATA[She had a pickup truck with a cap over the bed and a squeaky-hinged door on the back that opened up to reveal stacks of small animal cages. I’d seen the truck out here before a few times when I … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/the-cat-lady</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91da6</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:11:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_77180c9b487242bfa63f4b2c9092dc08~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_197,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Woman With the Golden Mustache]]></title><description><![CDATA[She was sitting on a bench in the park by the tennis courts folded into herself beneath bulky sweatshirts her lap weighted with bags   The bench was surrounded by fallen yellow leaves and her golden mustache glowed I said … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/the-woman-with-the-golden-mustache</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91db7</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2014 20:39:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_ff52f6eb77b14c628050b5035055c545~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_199,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[David Crane and the Dave Next Door]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is a man named David Crane who lives outside my window. The window is in my studio on the top floor of our old house. It is the highest window on the street and looks out over the freeway. … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/david-crane-and-the-dave-next-door</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91dba</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2014 13:47:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_79a8af20cf47488b93b8b3baa11ddb99~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_195,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Warriors]]></title><description><![CDATA[This morning, about 5:30 am, I was reading some Bukowski with my coffee. It’s my favorite time to read because I’m wide awake and won’t fall asleep like I do in the afternoons. The window behind me was open a … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/warriors</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91db4</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2014 12:48:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_ec02a004af674543aef8d4b46467698c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_196,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jackson’s Hole]]></title><description><![CDATA[Chuck and I drank some beer in the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar and then stole some antlers. The antlers had been made into arches wrapped in chicken wire at the four corners of the park in the center of Jackson … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/jackson-s-hole</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91db9</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2014 14:37:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_7812d65dbc1849a2993b10935babfd56~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_208,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Corn]]></title><description><![CDATA[We were not vegetable eaters. Corn was our main vegetable and until her dying day Mom refused to believe it was a grain. Corn was a vegetable and there was no other thing it could be. Occasionally, she’d break out … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/_corn</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91d9f</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2014 09:54:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_b7a0513de3234a1bb7b60a523ffc0d57~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_197,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Chronicle of 4th of July Mishaps]]></title><description><![CDATA[1966 Some of the cousins arrived early, before the party began, to help set up. Dad came into the house carrying an empty rum bottle and told us kids to go out and play. Mike and I went out to … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/a-chronicle-of-4th-of-july-mishaps</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91db8</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2014 15:09:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_57bf9dcea56a45da9604005aca1eaeff~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_200,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Plantation]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Can I start getting my allowance again?” I said. I already knew the answer. Dad put his fork down. He had those big hands and forearms. Factory hands. Sometimes I called him Popeye, but never to his face. “What for?” … Continue reading →]]></description><link>https://www.georgeciardi.com/post/the-plantation</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f19b1a76bd426ad9e91d9c</guid><category><![CDATA[Common Man Stories]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2014 05:52:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0b9be6_0dee149004334427b2f244000b971f9c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_300,h_218,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tess SA</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>