Force, or logos, or matrix or aesthetic, clues pointing to reality.
The big hand of the watch face imperceptibly closes to 11am. I am situated at Starbucks, later in the morning than usual. Reflecting upon the situational context of the past evening, certainly I identify the moment when I decided to consume yet one more cookie. Such a moment can be consequential if one is…
Damn, Friday has arrived! Anticipating the weekend, I intend to closeout this week’s projects. The weekend has its own rhythm, – a farmers market, and a Shakespeare-in-the-Park in Geneva. Opportunities to visit with acquaintances, and some friends that await, is a treat. The question is suspended before each and every one of us. What…
Thursday, I am tasked with finishing what I started yesterday. I wrote that a friend promised to send me an image plucked from the seeming bottomless internet meme-well of Jesus bungee jumping… Here it is. This may or may not evoke a bodily sensation. Maybe a tremor of horror, to glimpse the gentle shepherd…
Today is midweek. The last two hours were dedicated to conversations between two friends. Three of us sat conveniently close for easy understanding. Music is always in the background at Starbucks. We told of recent experiences. I related the story of the license plate on the front bumper of my Kia. I purchased the…
Midweek. I add another project to the “to do” list contained in one of those tablets I learned to keep years ago when I carried day to day responsibility for a company. Write it down. Memory oscillates, – how much is lost to distraction? Keep a list. Or forget. The entire point is to…
