Which page to start on? You don’t have those issues with a computer. Should we be thinking about tactile objects more? Is there a danger living too much in a virtual or as they say …
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Humanizing the demonic
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Time
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 …
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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 …
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True Projection
I have always loved railway stations. Trains. Even when I was scared as a child, scared of the large locomotives that loomed up over the platform, with only tiny metal steps to climb up to …
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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. …
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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 …
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Stand with Ukraine
Stand with Ukraine Their bravery is immense. They stand strong against this madness. Fighting back against this corrupt, malign attempt to expand a failing state and destroy an independent country. There is so much at …
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Snow, trees, negative space, and corn chips
It’s snowing. More than anyone expected, particularly after a day or two of temperatures in the 60s Fahrenheit. It’s beautiful, and quiet. Cold is calming, reassurance that the earth is resting. We need to rest …
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End of Winter, Ostara, Spring Equinox
Otherwise known as the new season of spring. Here it is, the first day of spring. The Equinox. The halfway point between there and there, winter and summer, cold and hot, light and dark. It …
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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 …