Tuesday dawned brisk, in the low 30s the sky a shade of baby blue. One more day is given, a gift to be lived, and who knows what opportunities will come for appreciation, puzzlement, a tap on the shoulder so to speak, there is more to be learned, much more. As is my habit…
It is Monday morning, just three days before Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving will be a needed respite. The Kyle Rittenhouse verdict has been on the minds of many. I am no exception. I have thought about the trial and the verdict well enough. I wish this were a dream or better put, a nightmare from which…
Is there no help for it? What I mean to say, I cannot conceive how to avoid the abyss of the irrational, that which eludes language. Language is the ease by which the mind constructs reality out of binary symbols, black is not white, sweet the opposite of sour, etc. These words are successively…
We engaged in a discussion about pop culture last night. As enjoyable as that was, after a good night’s sleep I feel unease, that there’s little left to talk about. The examples which we cited were no longer current, freshly minted. We discussed Dune, the film recently released, October 22 of 2021. The book…
You are kidding of course? Start over again? Pardon my laughter as I am laughing so hard that it hurts… Are you meaning to say that we Americans have reached a fold point in our history, that our society as it now stands is unsustainable? Do you really think that conditions are in such…
Viewing this photo journalism project reminded me of a tune from 1985, We Are The World. The lyrics are composed by Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie. I recall the 45 person choir of celebrities singing and swaying in unison as they performed the song. I thought the lyric, while well meaning was saccharine sweet,…
To return home, subsequent to an interlude of extensive travel (three weeks) prompts me to reflect upon my life. I would like to think I do not take on the role of a tourist, a dabbler, one who passes through anonymously, with diffident attention to anything or anyone. Boredom can be chosen without leaving…
Here I am again, in the corner by the wall on a rainy morning at Starbucks. The return home feels right, the feeling of completion. What did I accomplish in the last three weeks on the road, a composite of time and places in my memory? Did I accomplish much, or nothing? “Nothing” sounds…
Shortly we leave Asheville. The drive through the Blue Ridge mountains to Lexington promises to be spectacular. Passing through the mountains at any time is breath taking. At the peak of fall color change, the views will be extraordinary. Perhaps I will attempt to capture the splendor with some photos. A photograph never does…
I couldn’t concentrate on the email summary of the stories in the New York Times. Maybe the brain fog will dissipate as the morning flows into midday. The Times featured story was about a recently taken Gallup opinion poll on the matter of abortion in Texas. The poll shows that Texans think remarkably the same…
