…in his or her own way of course. As you’d expect, I continue to read Slavoj Zizek — with more care the second time around. The European intellectual wrestles with the problem that confounds me: how to address a virulent ethnic hatred that matastasizes as a ravenous cancer in our society. Our President and…
This morning as I opened my browser, this graphic caught my eye. I felt compelled to read the story. The image is of Mount Everest. I have never been a rock climber and I am well past the age to consider climbing a mountain. I thought it common knowledge the Everest was the severest…
The Socrates Café discussion of this past evening was stimulating, open-ended, a probing exploration for a definition of freedom. Our quest to find or to fashion a definition of freedom came from a quotation from a book, “To Fight Against This Age” by Rob Rieman: “He who remains a slave to his desires, emotions,…
How good is any story? Logic dictates that it would be impossible to assess while the story is being created. Only after the finish will someone else, in the telling of the story, know the quality of the tale. Whether something qualifies as a story or not depends upon the teller and the audience…
I did something that I cannot remember doing before. I saw the same movie twice, Ford vs Ferrari which features Matt Damon playing the role of Carroll Shelby and Christian Bale in the role of Ken Miles. The story is a exploration of human nature, the cost of achieving excellence, — an adventure involving…
Just finished my lunch, which was a large Macintosh apple sliced and a generous dollop of peanut butter on a paper plate. I have reason to believe this is a well loved menu option for older guys. My friend Mike, at Starbucks this morning conveyed to me his satisfaction with making peanut butter the…
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the riverIs a strong brown god—sullen, untamed and intractable,Patient to some degree, at first recognized as a frontier;Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce;Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgottenBy the dwellers…
Sunday afternoon was dedicated to mowing the grass for the last time in the growing season of 2019. The cold of winter is at hand and I cannot count on Indian Summer, a warm day or two remaining in the month of November. I pushed the mower and mulched the fallen leaves. What remains…
I am fortunate. Throughout my adult life I’ve had little experience with sickness. There have been several occasions of minor surgical repair, with attendant recovery periods. I’ve had my share of colds, flu and virus infections, those onslaughts that run their course as the body marshals its defense. Unpleasant enough, but soon forgotten as…
I am compelled to write about the picture which was on the front page of the Thursday edition of the New York Times. My thoughts will have to be held in abeyance, until I can change my password for my Godaddy account. This morning I received a email note from my friends at Godaddy. …
