I was asked to say more about the Louisville Pride parade of this past weekend. I thought about what the event meant to me, as a straight male. Lived experience means something different for each of us. We depend upon words to communicate our internal experience which is personal, intimate, private and concealed. No…
On this day in 1865, a contingent of Federal troops lead by Gen. Gordon Granger arrived in Galveston Texas to proclaim, to enforce the end of enslavement of black Americans. Today is Juneteenth, a national day of remembrance. I offer for your pondering along with me, these magnificent words from Nietzsche. The photos were…
…Since the ancients believed in dreams,waking appeared in a different light. The same goes for the whole of life, which was illumined by death and its significance;for us “death” means something quite different. All experiences shone differently becausea god shone through them. –excerpt The Gay Science, Book 3, Section 152 by Friedrich Nietzsche As the…
Yeah, I know it’s a spectacle. But it is a spectacle that I care about. For most of my adult life drag racing has captured my imagination. A distinctly American, male oriented form of competition, involving imagination to visualize the possibilities of maximizing the output of an engine, to understand the physics of a…
At the racetrack on a Saturday afternoon, I feel gratitude for yet another experience of earthly paradise. I am able to be with others, fellow citizens that I know only slightly. That fragment of common ground is enough: the passion for quarter mile competition unites us. Paradise, an ideal condition of experience is always…
Sunday promises to be a fine day. There is sunshine, and spring flowers are in full bloom. Nature is a matter of cause and effect, that is — to the extent that our faculties of perception and our abilities to describe find traction. I am reminded of just how much our naked perception misses,…
Saturday before Easter Sunday: The buttercups are up! A glorious resurrection all around. No one is excluded, nothing incredulous, no tall tale that beggars common sense… This splendid denouement, shades of yellow in every yard, along the roadside… We’re all born again! Centerfield by the great John Fogerty is perfect for today. Put me…
Joliet is a town, a small river town west of Chicago. In 1673, Louis Jolliet, along with Father Jacques Marquette, paddled up the Des Plaines River. The name reminds one of the history, what I mean is the indigenous people who once lived here, the Illinois native Americans, and the European French explorer for…
Intrigued with the exhibit of AI art on display at Waterstreet Studios I returned on Saturday morning to have a measured look at the pieces offered for appreciation. I took my time, pausing before each work to absorb movement offered by the artist. A few photographs were taken. Artificial Intelligence is in it’s infancy. …
And now? I account for myself clearly. The project that I put in writing, this book was a frightful challenge. Could I have succeeded? Really? It is apparently a failure; this book resembles tanks abandoned in their essence and through combat, half destroyed in a field. It is…
