Wednesday mid-morning, the intersection of State and 3rd is washed in sunlight. It is 45 degrees F. Will grass be green in a day or so? Today, a late start on my daily writing effort. Why is that? Yesterday, bedtime I noticed that the insulin pump which I wear — no longer communicates with…
The Germans are undoubtedly giving up. The artillery in the night shakes the doors. At dusk, twenty some inexpressibly violent explosions (an important ammunition depot went up): I felt the shock of the air between my legs and shoulders. Seven kilometers away, the flames lit up the sky. I saw one of the explosions…
It is Sunday afternoon. I chose not to write in the morning. I started the day late. I read an essay that waited in my computer bag, while the fog of my mind slowly dissipated. Nowadays there is abundant news of tragedy and mayhem somewhere. Should the newspapers be criticized for reporting on the…
The morning after the mid-terms. One has to expect something on the day after… What did I expect? Perhaps I thought that the deluge of propaganda, image-based demonizing of the opposition, “othering” of a member of the opposing party, caricaturing as anti-human one’s opponent would rule the day — the sun would fail to…
November 2nd, election day. But I voted early. Not that my voice will be heard. Is my voice hypothetically, durable enough to be heard, given the radical oppositional viewpoints, indeed the incipient violence roiling this land of “hopes and dreams?” Given what we Americans desire, the future we actively support, and the disparate languages…
Nothing this morning. There is nothing in mind to say. Still the planet turns upon it’s axis. But wait, – I do have something to say… The results of the Brazilian election election are in, the Bolsonaro losers “take to the streets” since compromise, agreeing to settle for some point in the middle is alien…
A gentle rain falls under a gray sky. We need the rain. Last night a group of us discussed the relationship between critical thinking and war. The first issue to be considered has to be what one has in mind by the term “war.” The soldier in a combat zone understands that the word…
Is it not the case that similar problems, analogous issues present themselves over and over, such as is suggested by Ralph Waldo Emerson’s famous essay, Circles? Emerson wrote in his unforgettable way that life is composed of concentric circles, intersecting matters of concern, of compelling interest. Fresh to my consciousness is an email…
Yesterday we visited Cantigny Park to experience a Revolutionary War Reenactment. At a distance we observed the ballet like performance of a artillery crew firing the canon, then followed the choreographed advance of a line of infantry marching across the green meadow. Reenact a war? The thought of reenacting a war, causes the mind…
