This sort of thing has become more and more expected or anticipated over the decades I’ve been alive. When I was a child, seasons followed the patterns that the picture books laid out. Less and less every decade though, and the intervals grow shorter. Change is the engine on which the universe runs, a well-oiled… Continue reading A brief return of Winter in the form of snow on the Vernal Equinox
I feel on the brink of something– oh, but don't I always? [Pardon the sarcasm, but it's difficult to escape, especially with 2 beers in my belly and the onset of Autumn.] Wistful, dear Autumn– most emotional of times. It may be on account of my birthing at this time of year– Dunno. Don't much… Continue reading Overmuch, and the discipline of writing for clarity.
In a discussion about the late (great) John Updike, Ben told me that the author was a firm believer in writing "three pages a day"– of anything. This is perfectly sensible, and sounds so simple. It speaks to the notion of keeping one's instrument in fine-tune; in a word: chops. What I've been missing from… Continue reading the nummulite
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