Another gray day in the Fox River Valley. My day began around 6:30 AM at Starbucks in downtown Geneva. Baristas there are old acquaintances, and it was good to see everyone again. Then several friends came in. The better part of the morning was dedicated to pleasant conversation. Is there a more congenial, satisfying…
A hangover is what this feels like. Perhaps you recall your last hangover? It is Thursday morning after Christmas day. You know, that day anticipated by everyone with the highest of expectation. For my adult self, reason/experience insists “that longing is fantasy, a shape shifting, media driven, ginned up illusion” so snap out of…
Christmas Eve and I begin the day at Starbucks… Why wouldn’t I? Beginning a day, any day with some reading, some contemplation, and pleasant conversation is agreeable to me. That is what I want. For the most part, on many occasions I have no idea about what I want. If you were to ask,…
There are, indeed, events, forms and oscillations which are only open to a long contemplative gaze, but remain hidden to the working gaze; things that are subtle, fleeting; inconspicuous things, minor things [das Geringe]; that hover or retreat, which evade any violent efforts at their capture. The Scent of Time by Byung-chul Han, trans….
Another day, and yet not just ‘another’ day. There has never been, or can there ever be a segment of space and time that mirrors, replicates this one. The “eternal return” as a rule-of-thumb is a safe bet. Patterns become familiar. We’ve seen them before. Would we expect anything else? Matter and the personalities…
The lines quoted below were read several days ago. I was confused. I thought about revisiting Nietzsche’s point of view, as more time was needed to absorb what he seemed to say. A collection of blown glass pumpkins that I encountered while Christmas shopping yesterday reminded me of the written lines about beauty. The…
“What have I done? What possessed me, again I am here, trembling. One way or another I am going to live to tell about this!” – This is exactly what I’ll feel when I am seated and the harness is tightened, into the C8 Corvette Z06. I signed up with Xtreme Xperience for four…
Another NFL match-up between the Detroit Lions and the Greenbay Packers is ‘on tap’ for today. I chose to find a table at Barnes & Noble for some writing, rather than view the game. A NFL contest between two top ranked teams is exciting, something I enjoy. Nevertheless I felt compelled to think and…
Why does the man not see the things? He himself is in the way: he conceals the things. The Dawn of Day by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by J. M. Kennedy, aphorism 438 –*– Because we have reached the point of being able to see through a thing we believe that henceforth it can offer…
With every day that passes, January 20, 2025 approaches. Inauguration day for the Trump administration draws near. Words written in 1881 describe the situation for many of us. Not for all Americans of course. Many stand with the captain, who by their ballot, is to command the helm of the ship of state. He…
