Thursday evening six of us sat around a small table at Taste of Paris. Wine, coffee, steamed clams, pastries, were a satisfying accompaniment to conversation that ranged from Mach Picchu, Peru, to the nature of daily life in antiquity, infuseded by awareness of divinity. And, I believe that Barry managed to keep tabs with…
….and the soul is just a car. What an interesting wide-ranging discussion last night! Around fifteen or so of us sat together in the Coffee Shop and discussed ideas expressed by Plato in his treatment of Socrates, awaiting the carrying out of the death sentence imposed by the Athenian Assembly. Perhaps there are worse…
Played a vintage Springsteen CD while driving yesterday. It was the “Live in New York City” CD. I did not attend the Madison Square Garden concert of July 1, 2000. By chance some time later I happened to catch rebroadcast of the concert while in a hotel room in Columbia Kentucky. The power of…
And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’ –Desperado lyrics by Glenn Frey, Don Henley There’s a lot of talk about freedom going around. Seems like more talk than ever. Perhaps the talk is in inverse proportion to the degree/quality of freedom that we are currently experiencing? When one has enough of…
Yesterday a friend posted the word “freedom” along with a dictionary definition or two, and several paragraphs of personal commentary. The challenge to the reader was to help with a definition of freedom, something that is useful as a guide for behavior. Clearly freedom is something that all of us value, and it would…
I found it impossible to write this morning. My mind ruminated on the possible outcomes of the challenges represented by my to-do list for Monday. A rolling-tangle of dark anxiety was all that I could come up with. I staggered inwardly with nothing to say. Silence is preferable to adding to any readers quotient…
Soon the light will begin to fade. I’d rather have my say in the morning before the usual responsibilities, the newscasts on NPR, etc. clutter my mind. I prefer a clean sheet to draw my word-pictures for the day. Today was different. It was necessary to be in traffic on I94 at rush hour,…
Some songs seem immortal. This one happened on the radio over the weekend. I am still thinking about it. Standing In The Shadows of Love by the Four Tops was one of Motown’s greatest hits. There is a driving, surging passion in the tune that mimics the tide of life that is reminiscent of…
What? Sounds like a obscure cult? Do Panpsychists have a holy text? Could the condition be a recently diagnosed disease, for which a new wonder drug is being pitched on TV? I doubt you’d think any of those things. You’d be sensitive to the components of the word, pan and psyche. Likely you’d know…
Like many Americans I watched the Academy Awards last night. I appreciate Jimmy Kimmel’s wit, and his fearless opposition to the racist and neo-fascist intentions of the Republican party. On balance the crowd in the auditorium are pro-humanity, and to that extent they are “my people.” The ABC Oscars event presented two high points…
