Sometimes it feels like the time. Sometimes it feels like a different time. Sometimes I think of my times and sometimes it seems there's a different me at different times ( Read more... )

But to speak of horizons passed and desires dropped is not to speak of ______. I wonder where ______ has led me? I might have gotten to Haiti anyway. I might have found my way to ground zero. I might have read many of the same books ( Read more... )

I am preoccupied by horizons. Where can I see to? How do they recede like that? Drawing us forward like that? Or collapse, with despair or fear like that, until one is closed in upon oneself? ______ so often seems to me on the horizon, beckoning, asking something of me, inviting me to something new ( Read more... )

I wasn't going to vent emotion through this media, but I'm too pissed off to refrain. First, the phrase 'natural disaster'. Hurricanes are natural. What happens when a hurricane hits is the result of what society does with its resources. So (ideally) if everyone had been evacuated and provided with shelter, water, and food, there would have ( Read more... )

But we musn't think of conventional wisdom as benign regarding ______. Conventional wisdom is diametrically opposed to ______, not just a distraction ( Read more... )

Maybe what happened is that I let myself get dulled. You gotta stay sharp or _____ loses the edge: conventional wisdom can blur anything ( Read more... )

We're in an echo chamber, constantly hearing the same reiterated assertions about ______. If half of what keeps getting said about ______ and about the role of ______ in our lives were true, then we'd hear something new once in a while. The noise inures us to hearing anything new. It's too loud to hear oneself think. Nor do I want to hear ( Read more... )

A friend of mine told me at lunch that he had taken up watercolors, and, casting around for something to paint, had hit on painting the empty space between forms rather than the forms, and on painting shadows. I thanked him profusely for this idea and pointed out that don Juan had suggested this to Castenada. "So," he said so humbly, "there's ( Read more... )

After I posted these scribblings a friend of mine referred to me as a blogger (in the context of a compliment). 'Blogger.' I couldn't write for four days. I'm scribbling this stuff with a fountain pen into a little notebook. Blogger is an unattractive word to me, and having it applied to me went against my self-image ( Read more... )

Once again on this evening's news I heard from soldiers asserting that they are defending our freedom. I have the utmost respect for warriors- fierce, determined, focused warriors. That is the kind of warriors I want for our country- turn them loose and they will accomplish their mission. Professional and clear-eyed ( Read more... )