I watched the Grammy’s Award Show. I am an “old guy” so I knew in advance most of the show content would be barely understood. Music is the voice of a generation. Several generations and more have come into being since mine was up and coming. The Boomer generation was the one born right…
We traveled by train into the city yesterday, to take in a theatrical performance of Six. My first experience of the city post-pandemic, the streets and buildings seemed frozen in time, by comparison to my memory of the bustle of crowds and of the traffic congestion. The dampened vibe was surreal. Much has changed…
…you know it’s now or never Take a chance on rock ‘n’ roll Life is never easy and never will be. By definition ‘to live’ is to feel the friction of cause and effect, the interior movement of changing mood and the exterior uncontrollable forces or personalities, competing for resources, for ascendancy… Sartre…
Every single day is paradoxically heaven and hell. My grand daughter cannot experience life in such terms because she is somewhere in the middle of her effort to acquire language. I have no doubt that as years pass, with experience, reading, pursuit of scholarship, she will understand that unalloyed moments of joy flicker and…
Tomorrow will be my birthday. I am still here. In the course of asking myself, “how the hell did I reach this time and place,” I cannot answer in fine detail. I have to think that shear accident, more than my share of luck has figured into the fact that I am within reach…
“Even if you’re alone, you’re destined to do it…” Svyatoslav Vakarchuk, 46, the lead singer of Okean Elzy and perhaps Ukraine’s biggest star, was supposed to be preparing to play the band’s latest album to packed venues across the world from April… Since, he has sung in Odessa near the Duc de Richelieu monument…
Brain fog… At least that was my condition upon waking this morning. It is gray, windy, a day chilled with winter’s retreat. The disorientation, as if my senses were obstructed by a old exhausted filter, continued until I arrived at Starbucks. Now I am into my second cup of coffee. I watched the 1970…
We live in through and by our stories do we not? Who could I possibly be apart from the stories that I tell myself? What could I become unless my imagination is sparked by the stories which you have told me? The ultimate form of human association is marked by vulnerability, – such that…
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…
The first spring rain produced about an inch of rainfall. An inch is a good beginning. With another day of gentle rain, we will be off the starting-line of growing season. It sounds strange to say “we.” By habit we think of homo sapiens as distinct, abstract, essentially different from nature. That is a…
