Time “He flexes like a whore” Not sure why that particular description and Bowie lyric and song flashed into my mind, but there it is. I think the implication is that time is cleverer than you, more alluring, ultimately unknowable, and one step beyond or ahead – maybe. Thinking about the past and the future…… Continue reading Time
Category: fighting back
To the Memory of a Voice
Memorial Day. A long weekend. A tribute to those lost. I should be happy that I have a three day weekend. And I am. Though I did send a work email this morning. So many emails lately are even less useful than before. They are an exercise in skirting around any direct statement, nudging people…… Continue reading To the Memory of a Voice
Lollipops and Brutal Honesty
I just saw a short piece on TikTok – well, they are all short, right. That’s the idea. Minimal interaction and commitment. On to the next person trying to create a brand. But I digress. A piece by a funny person who jokes – but aren’t all jokes serious? I think Freud said that but…… Continue reading Lollipops and Brutal Honesty
Wanting to go is not having to leave
The difference between wanting to go and having to leave. Many conflicting undercurrents at this anxious, dangerous time. Is it too much to say that watching the events of the world, we can’t help but think about our own lives, and wonder where the meaning is? What do we do with our time? The necessary…… Continue reading Wanting to go is not having to leave
Change Agent
Grow where you are planted
Wildness
I’m taking advice from a squirrel on TikTok. No, seriously. It’s 11am, and I’ve looked at enough emails, and here is a squirrel giving me advice – and I’m listening. It just told me that perfectionism and trying to please everyone is not the way forward. Seeing as I just received a competitive, blame-shifting email…… Continue reading Wildness
Back to the Garden
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
Roundabout
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)
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)
Sunday Morning
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
