Browsing porn sites every day? Smoking pot because life is boring? Does a day pass without fondling your TV remote? We are a binge drinking generation, the children of alcoholics. Obsessing over our own reflection, soaking the mirror in attention–self devoted. The emotional healing that each needs exists within each one of us. We…
Ahh, Summerfest, the annual music festival on the Milwaukee lakefront. Anticipation of Summerfest keeps me going in the dark and often bitter Midwestern winters. It’s all about the music, –nine performance venues! Music and beer. Ok, non-alcoholic libation is for sale too. I thought of the ancient god of wine, of ritual madness, fertility,…
Everything is context. The severe weather missed us. A gentle rain had fallen over night. I walked over to the garden. The dark wet earth framed the lush, soft green of the young tomato plants. I noticed some weeds that survived the hoe, making their come back. I pulled a few, throwing them to…
For the past 5 or 6 years I have put in a small vegetable garden. It’s a month to month process of work, and I have the help of multitudes. What I mean is the presence of the botanists who developed the “Better Boy” hybrid tomato plant, the chemists who worked out the method…
There is a park in Mundelein. A creek runs through the park, providing sanctuary for finches, red wing black birds, and more that I do not recognize. Wild flowers in abundance crowd the opposing banks. Children find adventure descending the stone faced banks to peer into the shallow, slow flowing stream. The more daring…
“attacked me like some fucking ninja” May 19, 2016 5. i had to buy a wristwatch – well, wanted to – since i was sick of digging my fob watch out, and feel a reluctance to rely on mobile phones for the time. i bought a Seiko 5 after watching a great video on the…
Wow! What a Tuesday evening at Beans & Leaves. The house was full and we commenced to “do philosophy” sparked by the lyrics of Bob Dylan. Dylan is iconic of a time, and of a generation. We all pass, but our work lives on if we are lucky. Peter, a serious fan of…
Some things are unsayable. and Some things sayable,–are best left unsaid. “Whereof we cannot speak, thereof we must be silent.” Ludwig Wittgenstein Tractatus 7.1
As we are now the products of earlier generations, we are also the products of their aberrations, passions, mistakes, and even crimes. It is impossible to loose oneself from this chain entirely. When we condemn that confusion and consider ourselves released from it, then we have not overcome the fact that we are derived…
