Reality

Reality Thinking on Memorial Day We have weekends, and they are supposed to refresh us for the work week. The time that is significant, where we go out into the world and work at whatever it is we do. Long weekends are supposed to be best, because there is that extra day. An extra day!… Continue reading Reality

Memories and Irony

Album cover of Chicago VI

I’m working on a new blog post, etc. etc. blah blah. While sending work emails for the work that pays the rent. And looking out the window. Always looking out the window. And then I came across this song. It was one of my favorites when I was a teenager. This entire album actually. Albums.… Continue reading Memories and Irony

Sunday Rain

This morning it’s raining, so it’s quiet. This means that the people fighting outside the pub late last night aren’t on the streets, and if it keeps raining they’ll stay home instead of coming out to nurse their hangovers or renew the argument. The birds are still tweeting, so it must be warm enough, and… Continue reading Sunday Rain

End of Winter, Ostara, Spring Equinox

Otherwise known as the new season of spring. Here it is, the first day of spring. The Equinox. The halfway point between there and there, winter and summer, cold and hot, light and dark. It looks nice out. We are supposed to feel happy. They say it is important to get outside. That’s probably true.… Continue reading End of Winter, Ostara, Spring Equinox

Back to the Garden

The idea of group approval is a strange thing, pulling us this way and that, in directions that are sometimes worthy, other times ugly, asking us to constantly judge both ourselves and others, while hinting broadly exactly what that judgement should be. It’s not just music, or books, or film and TV that are ranked,… Continue reading Back to the Garden

what is love

More quarantine musings. Yesterday I went out for another walk. It felt good to move, although the snow makes it difficult to get past people. A woman went by, talking on her phone. She let out a long breath as she passed. Sometimes I think about the molecules of scent. If I can smell someone,… Continue reading what is love