The books tell you the boats will come back, after the brief turbulence of sea; a little charting of new courses is only to be expected in the wind. Read more
The books tell you the boats will come back, after the brief turbulence of sea; a little charting of new courses is only to be expected in the wind. Read more
I'm afraid I left you to untangle the lights. Read more
Men’s Nunn Bush shoes, wide width Tic Tacs Peppermints Altoids (Seriously, what is it with hard minty candy?) Raisin bran Beetlejuice costume Christmas stocking hooks Christmas lights that don’t twinkle Avatar comic book Dish soap Nongshim soup Wheel of Time flag Socks Pasta (For some more musings on the supply chain, see: Late Capitalism and the Chromebook Charger That Time I Accidentally Became a Prophet) Read more
At this particular thin place we meet so many things, but one of them is the horror that, as Beetlejuice reminds us, no one gets out of this alive. Read more
"Just in time" is over. The full toll it took on us is only beginning to be revealed. What comes next, I wonder? Read more
I’ve recently been watching previous episodes of the famous BBC TV program (I should say “programme”) Songs of Praise with my kid. If you’ve never watched Songs of Praise, the usual conceit is that they go to a place, interview some people there about their favorite hymns, and have an assembled group of local people sing the hymns in one of the local churches. It’s been going on since 1961 and although the production values, and to some degree music styles, have... Read more
Written in 2014 to honor the first anniversary of the death of a beloved college music professor. It makes odd new mediation material in the time of COVID. The phrase is difficult; use the breath, simple and soft, supple and strong. The night is hard and long with all the small collegiate traumas we will one day reflect in tranquility. Use the breath. The way is strange, the choices unclear, with two or three possible futures among them. Use the... Read more
Maybe the best metaphor for autism is that other one about ducks - being nibbled to death by them. Poked to death by a thousand painful points of light. Read more
As COVID slowly reduces its risk to the level of risks I accept every day - such as getting in a car - I still find myself reduced to tears by the idea of eating in a restaurant unmasked. Forced to be an unwilling hermit, I have now become a willing one. Read more
Here's a friendly reminder we're still in the strange almost post-COVID Easter season.... Read more
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