Before I had a chance to answer that question, to connect the swimming fragments of doubt mixed with alarm that had begun to come together, I heard two sharp taps on the thin door of my office and the voice of my editor, entering uninvited: “I have the scoop on the story of your lifetime!”  She paused, waiting, I suppose, for me to drop upon the ( Read more... )

The little red light on my tape recorder flicked on and off, as if it, too, were fighting boredom and struggling to stay focused on the mayor’s words. “I just think…I mean, in my opinion, it’s a great thing for the community,” he said matter-of-factly.  The finality in his tone of voice suggested that this statement required no further elaboration ( Read more... )

Since I’m moving over to livejournal, I’ll copy below the blogs I wrote for my other site. I write to practice my writing, to express my ideas, and also to discover new ideas along the way, so I welcome comments, questions, criticisms, etc.

My previous blog was called With Rhyme and Reason, and I think I’ll continue in that vein (with ( Read more... )

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Life, thou ecstasy,
Let the radius of thy flight
Be eternity

-Sri Aurobindo, “Life”

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If, like a child walking through a wild and unexplored forest, I unrolled an endless string behind me as I ventured through life, tracing my path so as to always remember it, that string would twist ( Read more... )

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

How often I question and doubt whether that is really me

-Walt Whitman, “That Shadow, My Likeness”

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During a philosophy class earlier this year, we were asked to consider the concept of the self. This arose in the context of studying classical Indian philosophy and the idea of anatman, ( Read more... )

Friday, June 8, 2007

Far off beyond that blue horizon out there
He hears a far, almost inaudible music,
Fascinating, compelling, calling to him to come.
It comes from somewhere he has never been,
But which he will reach someday, and recognize
As the source that has always been reaching for him.

-Ted Reynolds, “Future Memories”

courtesy ( Read more... )

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

There are no handles upon a language
Whereby men take hold of it

-Carl Sandburg, “Languages”

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A child sits wide-eyed, absorbed by the color and motion of the large and limitless world in which he lives. The voices of his parents fill his ears, heard at first as unintelligible strings of sound without pattern ( Read more... )