We attended a house party last night. A house party is a response to gather in a home for a convivial evening of conversation, food and drink, and in this case, a reflective interaction with the songs and stories of Scott Ainslie. There were many around me that I had not previously met. In…
The weekend was intense. Like a remembered Christmas morning when I was 5 years old, with so much under the tree, — my child’s mind was suffused with delight. A friend, Peter passed on a tip that a extraordinary four person female band would be entertaining at the Buffalo Creek Brewing on Saturday night. …
Camera in hand I visited Kraklauer Creek yesterday. It is late September and the weather has barely cooled from the heat of summer. Yet, it is not the frost that brings the end of the season for the wild flowers growing in profusion on the creek bed. They appear to have a set life…
A few minutes ago I composed a brief email reply to a friend who expressed disillusion with the human race. Or in his words, “disgusted with people.” I know how that feels. I fall into that dark place on occasion. It is easy to do. Examples of mediocrity, stupidity, weakness and gratuitous violence abound. …
This is a topic that I am least qualified to write about. I am not female, and thus am unlikely to be subject to rape. My imagination is quite unable to construct a facsimile of the experience of rape. If I were female it would be otherwise. A spirited email exchange was conducted yesterday…
We revisited Philosophical Investigations by Ludwig Wittgenstein last night. The Investigations are just that. Wittgenstein used his classroom lectures as an opportunity to do original research with his students. His method was to have a free ranging dialog with the class, doing philosophy of language. Notes of these lectures were published posthumously. The Philosophical…
We returned to Batavia. Is there any better way to gain a sense of a place than to move around observing what there is to see? We identified eight homes that seemed suitable to our needs. We critically looked at each of them as well as the surrounding neighborhoods. I am satisfied that we…
We spent a day in Batavia. I do not recall visiting Batavia in the past. We decided that we want to live in Batavia, –so what better reason for a visit? Seriously! Not unlike a pioneer family who left what they knew behind for distant California, (a territory they had no experience of) on…
I remembered an old photograph that depicts us in an earlier time. In 1977 we held our first born girl. We had no idea what life had in store for us. That is a metaphor to be taken seriously but not literally. It Is not as if there was any predetermined path, which is…
During my high school years, I owned a surfboard. I remember paddling out beyond the breakers at Carolina Beach, during the onset of a squall. The waves were as big as a house. The challenge was timing, to drive the board between the mountains of water, to avoid the break. If I mistimed the…
