How beautiful indifference was in a world that was not indifferent, in a world that was different, convulsive and contradictory, with stakes and passions. Back then, the indifference of the mind could turn into a stake or a passion, in total opposition to the world. It could anticipate the indifferent future of…
Saturday morning is overcast in Eagle River. I anticipated writing from a coffee shop in town. I arrived and read a sign that said open 7 till 2PM Monday through Friday. Disappointed, I returned to the Best Western lobby. I settled into a chair at a corner table. Yesterday the manager of Inn described…
We are spending several days in Baraboo, Wisconsin. We plan to visit with relatives living in Eagle River Wisconsin, and then on to Willmar Minnesota, to see family that we’ve not seen for many months. For the most part our stay in Baraboo has been delightful. There have been bare glimpses of the ideological…
I am in Baraboo Wisconsin today. I am alone, with a cup of coffee on an outside patio. The crows in the woods behind me are noisily conferring. I heard this song on the radio yesterday. Goodby Stranger was featured in Breakfast in America an album by the British group Supertramp, released in 1979. …
This morning I am processing the discussion of last night, an exchange of ideas within our amateur philosophers group about the work of Paul Feyerabend. Feyerabend was Austrian. He taught philosophy at the University of California at Berkley for three decades. He passed in 1994. Attracted by Feyerabend’s anarchistic view of the methods of…
Braeburn Forest Preserve and Marsh is a two minute walk from our house. I received report than our grand daughter who is twenty months old, created two works by the entryway to the park yesterday. When Finlea is permitted to walk supervised in the backyard she often heads for the park, the entryway of…
Monday, the morning illuminated with unfiltered sun. Reaching for my dark sunglasses I accelerated into traffic, peering directly into the rising sun. Turning left from Fabyan Parkway onto Rt 31 I noted the poor reception on the FM radio no matter the station selected. Atmospheric conditions are such, — static mixes with music,… That…
Another day East of Eden. There are times, when for a moment I think this is paradise, or better that it could be. Those are the times when my body and mind registers beauty or meaning. Almost always I am taken by surprise. If I am lucky, I have a pad and pen at…
In summer, when school term responsibilities are lifted from children, they utilize “vacation” time for play. One universal form which play usually takes is to walk about, or better to run, while observing all manner of things which one encounters as one passes by. Running through the neighborhood to a friends house, walking briskly…
The morning is bright and cool, reminding me of the Wisconsin North Woods which are subject to spells of midsummer cool days. The human mind strives to recognize patterns. Our default is the assumption that our mind-made pattern is the form of reality, which we presume will persist . Thus I am “tipped…
