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
Spring today. The geese went by – just 4, and not flying directly north. Only minutes before that, a breeze had come through the window, and I thought – spring is here. Whether I’m ready or not. Now it’s the sounds that have changed. A helicopter goes by, and the noise of the rotors is… Continue reading Roundabout
The World at ! (not a typo) Galileo said that The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do And here we are, doing nothing else, when there is important work, like ripening… Continue reading The World at ! (not a typo)
I woke up this morning intending to write something. It was quiet, and the sun was bright and low in the sky. Early morning, with blue skies and quiet. Yesterday, someone moved in to this floor of the apartment building. Four hours of the door squeaking open, then banging shut. Then squeaking open, and shutting… Continue reading Sunday Morning
Today has not been a good day. Yesterday was not great either. Or the day before. In truth, this whole week has been surreal. Can the largest democracy in the West be crumbling? Once that notion was unthinkable. Now it seems it is terrifyingly possible. As Napoleon found out, winter should be about hibernation, not… Continue reading Hope and Despondency
Content 4 November 3 I voted. November 4 5 6 Or WTF. Saw this on TikTok. Exactly WTF. November 7 This morning felt different. Depression comes and goes, so wary of any change in mood that may be fleeting. Lightness, or darkness, sometimes the best thing to do is routine. Coffee. Tea. But the slight… Continue reading At last
40 seems to be one of those numbers. It’s mentioned in religion – a period of fasting, waiting, testing. Quarantino against the plague – 40 days before those who might be infected could come ashore in Italy in the 1400s. A time for preparation. I’ve been meaning to start some kind of quarantine journal. But… Continue reading Quarantine from normal.