Our last evening at a Holiday Inn. The straight lines, white surfaces and turquoise of Holiday Inn decor palate have become familiar. We laughed yesterday after checking into our room here at Lexington Kentucky. The bathroom was adequately spacious, the white sink countertop and the backlit big mirror similar to the other four or…
Shortly we leave Asheville. The drive through the Blue Ridge mountains to Lexington promises to be spectacular. Passing through the mountains at any time is breath taking. At the peak of fall color change, the views will be extraordinary. Perhaps I will attempt to capture the splendor with some photos. A photograph never does…
I couldn’t concentrate on the email summary of the stories in the New York Times. Maybe the brain fog will dissipate as the morning flows into midday. The Times featured story was about a recently taken Gallup opinion poll on the matter of abortion in Texas. The poll shows that Texans think remarkably the same…
We reached Asheville. The drive from Greenville, S.C. to Asheville was barely more than an hour. The dogwoods in the foothills flamed blood red. The color change is beginning, though I do not think there has been a frost yet. Seated in the breakfast room of the Holiday Inn I overhear a conversation between…
Monday dawns as another mid-Fall, blue-sky day in Greenville, South Carolina. Our plan is to leave for Asheville, North Carolina shortly. The drive will be short. I can see the blue mountains on the distant horizon from here. Yesterday I spent some time walking among the graves in Springwood Cemetary. The place, a quiet plot…
John Fogerty sings in the background, Down on the Bayou, and I drink a mediocre cup of coffee in the breakfast room of the Holiday Inn. It is Sunday morning in Greenville, South Carolina. To bed late and a short evening of restless sleep. I know that “things change” and that I will feel…
…more miles south yesterday, into South Carolina. We are staying in Greenville, which I had forgotten is the home of Bob Jones University. The term “University” is understood as only Christian fundamentalists would understand the word. Young adults born into a cultic form of faith seek admission to BJU. “Faith” by the literalist interpretation…
My Brain Is Mad for Baudrillard By Elizabeth Knapp Today, I read of scientists’ warnings about the potential dangers of sex robots and thought of you. Some blame the rise of right-wing populism on postmodern windbags like you, holed up in your university office, giving head to your shadow. But Jean, you were right—…
Waiting for Your Call by Aria Aber The light retreats and is generous again.No you to speak of, anywhere—neither in vicinity nor distance, so I look at the blue water, the snowy egret, the lace of its feathers shaking in the wind, the lake—no, I am lying. There are no egrets here, no water….
A society of consumption and leisure is characterized by a particular temporality. Surplus time, which is the result of a massive increase in productivity, is filled with events and experiences that are fleeting and short-lived. As nothing binds time in a lasting fashion, the impression is created that time is passing very quickly, or…
