January 2011
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parks and fences.
My early years were patchwork and varying color. Nothing looked the way it was supposed to but somehow it all fit together, and it was good. Kurt Vonnegut said in his novel Breakfast of Champions that “everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.” That simple line clearly reflects the memory that I have of those very early days. There was no sense of loss and no notion of something missing. I...
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Telling Stories
From that longer worked that I mentioned. This morning I was thinking about my grandfather. For whatever reason there were memories that came to mind that I hadn’t touched on in many, many years. So this is just a small clip from all of that. Whether or not the writing was any good this morning doesn’t matter as much as how much I really enjoyed the time I had remembering my...
How to Be Happy →
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“Some of you have knives, and I ask you to put them up. Some of you may have...”
– Martin Luther King
America's Ghandi: Time's MLK article from 1964 →
Absolutely amazing.
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Directions (a Billy Collins poem)
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the one that bends around the far end of the garden where all the yellow primroses are? And you know how if you leave the path and walk into the woods you come to a heap of rocks, probably pushed down during the horrors of the Ice Age, and a grove of tall hemlocks, dark green now against the light-brown...
It is worth noting.
It is worth noting that I probably won’t be able to post a lot of new writings here for quite some time. If I do, they’ll probably be shorter and less of the style that I usually work in. They’ll likely be more informative, more of a check-up than a reflection. I’ve started to focus some writing into a longer project, so I’m going pour most of my writing energy into...
“You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather...”
– Old Irish Proverb
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when to run (1/7/2009)
I’m always amazed at running. The first thing is that I am almost certain that I can’t go any further after about 5 or 10 minutes. Somehow, though, everything magically changes when I hit around 20 minutes or so. If it is a good day, then I feel as if I could run a half marathon. Which is a good thing, because one day I will. Here is another thing about running: Timing. When you run...
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“In the little house filled with dogs and resilient
plants
She left only a...”
– “Air”, by Daniel Halpern (found in this week’s New Yorker)
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A new way to brew my coffee
Image by David Robert Wright via Flickr
This is my new coffee maker. It’s called “Chemex” and while the name is quite lame, it really is a beautiful piece of machinery. Maybe “machinery” isn’t the right word because this is a way to brew coffee that is now displayed in the New York Museum of Modern Art. I was telling someone the other night about making...
“Even after all this time
the sun never says to the earth
‘you owe me.’
Look...”
– Hafiz
(Thanks to Kiran)
