Simple Displeasures
Peter Wick's blog SIMPLE DISPLEASURES will appear the 15th of each month, except August and December.
Thursday, March 12, 2026
143 - Interview - Cannes Film Awards
Saturday, February 14, 2026
142 - Injuries
I was involved in a conversation, recently, about kids. "We protect our kids too much these days,"a friend was saying. "When I was a kid we had to learn by making mistakes, falling out of trees, scraping our knees on the pavement when we were learning to ride a bike."
I found my self nodding in agreement, thinking about all the scrapes, injuries, bruises, broken body parts, black eyes, etc, that I lived through while growing up.
Then a thought occured to me; is it possible, among all the injuries, among all the times I knocked my head against walls, floors, book shelves (more on that later), that I suffered TOO MANY injuries as a child? Did I hit my head on too many things? Am I permanently damaged? Is it pssible that all the head trauma I suffered as a child has resulted in a grown up me that is, well, damaged?
Hm, I thought, before standing up and bumping my head into a book shelf.
My childhood was non-stop injuries.
I fell off a table once, landing smack onto a concrete floor with the back of my head. A nice little bump lasted for days. It hurt, yes, and in the moment I wanted nothing but my mom's reassuring care. A few hours later, though, I was proud of the injury and could not stop telling everyone the story; "I fell straight off the table and hit my head. Here! Feel the bump! Pretty good, huh?"
As a middle schooler I was taking time away from Track practice, one afternoon, to jump, spin, and twist onto a high jump landing mat - one of those big cushions that high jumpers land on - doing pretty cool twists during the jump before landing safely on the big cushion.
The only problem? The high jump mat was not out at the high jump area. It was stored next to a building with brick walls. We (myself and a couple other middle schoolers) were jumping from a three foot ledge with a few feet to twist before landing on the mat.
Then it happend. I jumped, twisted, tried an even more cool twist than usual - one more rotation, I thought, this will be so cool - and as I landed, slightly out of control, my face planted itself smack into the brick wall.
"Aaaah! Gaawd!" I screamed. running away in no particular direction holding my face, certain that I had broken something.
Several people came to my aide. nothing was bleeding, but a nice big knot was swelling up right at the corner above my eye.
For the next several days my black and purple eye was the talk of the classroom.
When I got on the school bus with my sister Becky the next morning, the bus driver did a double take and asked, "What happened to you?"
"She punched me," I said, laughing, pointing at Becky.
Then there was the time I was running up some stairs, The stairway had a book shelf jutting out from the wall right when you reached the landing at the top of the stairway.
"Smack!"
The bookshelf nearly broke the top of my head open. I was almost knocked out for a second before looking around wondering what exactly had happened.
I survived all these injuries. plus many more - too many to include in this short recollection.
So, yes, I still agree that kids these days need to be a little tougher. They need to know what pain and difficulty are, and how to survive these moments. We DO over-protect our kids.
But...there's a limit. Why was I standing on a table above a concrete floor? Why was I running up the stairs without regard for the obvious danger at the top? Why was I doing summersaults in the air next to a brick wall?
Was my brain permenetly damaged by all the head trauma I suffered?
Does this explain so much about me?
Hm...
Well, there's nothing to do about it now. Life goes on. Learn by doing, I guess. Now,where did I put my keys?
Peter Wick
February 14, 2026
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
141 - Valparaiso (1st sneak peek)
Valparaiso is a beautiful city in Chile, on the coast, about 75 miles from the capital city of Santiago. It is renowned for its street art, or more accurately, its building art. Murals and scenes are painted on buildings throughout the city. The example below might become a part of the book cover when this book is ready to be released sometime later this year.
I found the city to be the perfect place to set my first entry into the spy world - well, it's sort of in the spy world. The sample below is not from the beginning of the book. As you'll see, it is from Chapter two.
Valparaiso, Chapter Two:
Saturday, November 15, 2025
140 - Green River '84
(NOTE: I definitely did NOT intend to do another 'blast from the past' post this month. I was all set to write some sarcastic satirical piece about how President Trump does not understand basic 5th grade math. I was mulling over and over in my mind exactly how I would expose Trump for the moron he truly is. But... then something happened inside me...I discovered that I did not have the stomach, any longer, to write anything about politics. Any - ANY politics. Coincidentally, this week I also stumbled across this little 'band profile' I wrote in 1984, for the final issue of Attack Magazine - you can look it up, but it turns out these days there is also some kind of dance magazine with the same name, but you'll find the right one if you look deep enough. You can also look up the band Green River on Wikipedia. The short history is that they are considered a formative band in the creation of the 'grunge' movement. My old friend Mark Arm asked me at the tine to write him up as Mark Thomas for this - Thomas is his middle name. He told me in an email recently that he did not remember doing this, and was back to being Mark Arm shortly afterwards. The 'Stone' and 'Jeff' mentioned here are Stone Gossard and Jeff Ament, who have spent most of their rock and roll lives in the band Pearl Jam. Mark and Steve of course formed Mudhoney, so together this band Green River did quite a lot to lay the groundwork for what was to come a handful of years later. This was early for them. It's a fun little piece, I think, made even more fun when you realize where they were once the 90s hit. -PW)
Band Profile - Green River (Attack Magazine - final issue, December, 1984)
"We want to rock the hell out of this city," says the smiling Green River guitarist, Steve Turner.
Green River is a Seattle based band formed last May in the wake of Mr. Epp and Splui Numa. Mark Thomas, former guitarist of Epp (with Turner) and Green River's lead singer, met us at his house one Saturday recently while he was cooking breakfast at 1pm. The rest of the band had not arrived yet, one or two calling up to say they had just gotten out of bed.
Mark lives with three roommates in the University District house, and showed us his room, which had a poster from the last Epp show hanging on the wall. He did not express regrets at the breakup of Epp. He keeps the memorabilia as a reminder.
Stone, Green River's second guitarist and the youngest member of the band, at 18, arrived first, with a beer in his hand. "I think I needed one this morning," he said to Mark. "Did you have a hangover?"
"Nope," said Mark, who later revealed that he had made it to bed at 3:00 the previous morning.
Steve Turner arrived around 1:30 and began skateboarding around the living room and out onto the deck.
Mark entertained us by reading Joe Bob Brigs from the previous day's Seattle Times, a tongue-in-cheek column about Charles (Chuck) Bronson's new movie, "The Evil That Men Do."
"We're kind of a funny band," said Steve, as he disappeared on the skateboard out the front door and made a sound as if he were falling down the front steps.
Stone wandered around the living room, sipping his beer and making jokes about Charles Bronson.
Alex Vincent, Green River's drummer, arrived around 2:00 with the bassist, Jeff Ament, and we made the three-block trek to Liz Schmoe's house, where the interview was to be conducted, because she had some Alice Cooper videos which the band wanted to see.
After Epp's last show, in February, Mark and Steve decided to stay together and approached Alex, former drummer for Splui Numa, the band Steve was in before joining Epp, and later asked Jeff, who was merely an acquaintance prior to the formation of the band, if he would like to play bass.
We played the same riff for three practices in a row," Jeff said, laughing.
"It was a good riff," said Mark.
Regarding Stone's entrance into the band, jokes were mixed with the truth in such a way that the truth itself seems somewhat vague. According to various band members, they let him into the band because he had, a) a Marshal, b) a car, c) carpet, d) because he brings treats to practice.
"Actually, we haven't decided if he's in the band," joked Mark.
"Yeah, I'm just brown-nosing it," Stone said on his own behalf. "I bring treats to practice so they'll let me play."
"Tootsie Rolls again, oh boy!" said Mark.
At any rate, he was on stage with them as they opened for Black Flag on September 25, and for the Dead Kennedy's on October 19.
"Why were you dumped off the DOA bill?" we asked, in reference to their scheduled opening for DOA on September 15.
"Because of Dismal," Jeff said.
"This town isn't big enough for us and Dismal," Steve said.
Green River lists The U-men as their favorite local band.
they also pay heavy tribute to Alice Cooper, and became restless the longer they had to wait to see the videos.
Peter Wick
November 15, 2025
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
139 - Academic Words Explained
(NOTE: this is another blast-from-the-past post I did one earlier this year, something from years ago, that I thought could survive seeing the light of day now. this was actually printed in my college paper back in the 80s (this should explain the reference to people asking me about 'this quarter'). Then, after being printed in the college paper, it made its way into a little collection titled, ALL MESSED UP - And No Place to Go, published (maybe 100 copies or so) by my friend Smitty's Box Dog Press, in 1986. A copy of this little thing - which will stay out of print - is archived at the Seattle Public Library, downtown Seattle branch, along with most (not all) issues of Feminist Baseball Magazine. Here's a picture I took of the little book encased in protective archive plastic, the last time I visited:
Saturday, September 13, 2025
138 - Artificial Intelligence, Art, and Comedy
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, the great Soviet/Russian rebel and author, once said, "Live your life, not because of the prevailing politics. Live your life in spite of the prevailing politics."
Monday, July 14, 2025
137 - Delirium sets in - One More Anza Borrego Sneak Peek
On June 22nd, Robert Silk and I sat in the desert.
Ok, I'll be honest. We both sat in the desert, but only one of us sat from sunrise to sunset.
I took breaks. I went back to the hotel and had a real lunch. But I returned. I sat. I experienced a day like I've never experienced before.
Silk sat from sunrise to sunset. Below are a couple pictures.
Stay tuned.
Peter Wick
July 14, 2025





