Friday is gray overcast, the temperature mild, and the day is windy. Change is always on the playbill. Why not welcome another harbinger of winter? Reading On Nietzsche by Georges Bataille, I am captivated by the author’s analysis of the trajectory of a life, in the light of a relationship, or relationships of maximum…
Well here I am, again. I guess it comes down to luck, the grace of good fortune. Some would say “dumb luck,” a crude way of putting it. How much credit do I deserve? Little if any. Our anniversary was yesterday. How many years? 52 That is a long time by the standard of…
Rebel Yell By Billy Idol Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor She said “Come on baby I got a license for love And if it expires pray help from above” Because In the midnight hour she cried – “more, more,…
Read ‘Em And Weep By Barry Manilow I’ve been tryin for hours just to think of what exactly to say I thought I leave you with a letter or a fiery speech like when an actor makes an exit at the end of a play and I’ve been dying for hours trying to fill…
Again I demonstrate to myself Homo Sapiens are fragile mammals. Expectation is obstructed, this is my second try, — the illusion of a stable self is dispelled. My annoyance surfaces and I express anger, expletives, desire has been frustrated… The social self, a seductive illusion, is jangled by circumstance. And so it goes. I…
We began our discussion on the expansive subject of “love.” What can be said philosophically about love, or about “falling in love?” Love is a subject commanding enormous attention, as witnessed by innumerable novels, pop ballads, movies, and the Hallmark channel. “Falling in love” is a euphemism that is often overheard. The expression can…
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Laura and I had breakfast together at Buttermilk which is an uncommonly good place for biscuits. We reflected upon the many years that we have been together. Our journey has been worthwhile, a mutual learning. In a manner of speaking, from our first meeting, the initial conversation I found her interesting. …
Sunday, and freezing mist has covered pavement with a quarter inch of ice. I will be satisfied with the cup of coffee from the kitchen. The short drive to the Starbucks on 3rd and State in Geneva would be a risk. I appreciate the hot rich astringent cup of Starbucks coffee, and anticipate the…
Yesterday was a day of wind and showers. These days of mid spring are fleeting and I did not want to delay taking pictures of flowers that I noticed in the neighborhood. I did my best given the wind to capture pictures of blooms along a white picket fence around the yard next door. …
Yesterdays rumination touched on the thought that love or the absence of love has to do with what takes place in the space between us. Love is not a substance but our description of a negotiation — of my sense of being, of my identity in juxtaposition with yours, in the relational space that…
