It is Sunday morning. Two and a half months ago, late winter when the quarantine was announced, I drove to Geneva on a Sunday morning. That was not unusual since Geneva is 10 minutes away from Batavia. Until the covid-19 quarantine the Starbucks on 3rd Street was my preferred venue for beginning each day…
I have two, maybe three pages left in the book written by Albert Camus, The Rebel. Camus’ generation in France and Europe survived the horror of WWII and the murderous Nazi occupation. The Rebel is a manifesto, of what was learned from that experience. Today I offer a longish excerpt of Camus words, and…
Friday, the last day of the work week is greeted with the gratitude of a homecoming, the “ending” of a period of work, of aspiration. It is not as if the work can be finished, brought to a ultimate terminus. To be alive is to be immersed in change; there’s always work to be…
This morning the news feed conveyed word of rioting in Minneapolis. Police officers in the course of arresting a black man while he was pinned to the ground, forced a knee into his neck long enough to kill him I’ve seen rioting, burning and looting before in the aftermath of the killing of M….
After waking, then consuming a bowl of cheerios for breakfast, I listened to The Daily. The Daily is a New York Times podcast. It is an in depth audio exploration of a something that affects all of us, and I often chose to listen with the earbuds in place. I recommend it. The Daily…
Yesterday was Memorial Day. I read of several remembrance ceremonies for our veterans, and for those who died in wars. I is hard to conceive of dying in war as hallowed, an event with transcendent meaning. War is a nightmare, a feast of death, the failure of government to deliver the welfare of communities,…
Today, Memorial Day, I woke at 3AM. Couldn’t sleep. For a diabetic, high blood sugar sometimes has that effect. I decided to make use of the circumstance by getting dressed in order to read more in Simulacra and Simulation bv Jean Baudrillard. Baudrillard’s thought is revolutionary, reminding me of the effort required to learn…
Culture: a system of shared beliefs, values, customs, behaviors, and artifacts that members of society use to cope with their world and with one another, — transmitted from generation to generation through learning. culture as widely defined A fact is that which from being an object of the intellect becomes a matter of conscience;…
Saturday, Memorial Day weekend. This is a strange beginning to summer, a season feeling “out of time,” something unlike any beginning of summer that I’ve experienced. This is the aftermath of the self quarantine-social-distancing for the past two months or so that has been necessary to slow the advance of the covid-19 virus. The…
These photos were taken in the backyard over the last 48 hours. Spring is at the epitome of glory, flowering trees, wild flowers at the edge of the woods, and the rabbit that makes a home by our creek. We have named the rabbit Percival. At this juncture in the season Percival finds plenty…
