Note from April 9, 2021: This post was first published on October 27, 2014. I just found it this morning among my unpublished drafts, and decided to write a note here for the 468(!!) of you who will be getting this old piece of writing among your emails today. I take your attention seriously and...
I wasn’t the type of kid who liked dolls or toys. I wanted everything to be as real as possible. Play-food annoyed me, because it looked tempting, but I couldn’t eat it. I spent time in the real kitchen at an early age because I wanted to experience what I was making. If...
Fundamentalism may exist in a black-and-white world. But saying it's full of the logical thinkers, and those outside it are in a murky cloud of gray with no sense of justice, is giving it way too much credit. I know because I used logic, and I saw colors beyond my simplistic black-on-white battle...
This is a restored archive from 2014. I know poetry is for politics and stuff, but can we just talk about harmonicas? Perhaps I’m intrigued because it’s among the few instruments I couldn’t get consistent patterns out of when I first tried. Commonplace yet seldom mastered, the harmonica sings a mournful tune...
It was Socrates who argued against the written word, for it was inferior to the ways of oral tradition. Thus it happened that his followers wrote his dialogues, in the same way that Zarathustra’s followers wrote what he established as the sacred ritual of oral teaching from one generation to the next. Socrates told...
This post has been re-uploaded as part of the Archive Restoration Project. My brain is constantly coming up with ideas and I can’t get it to stop. I was on the phone one day a few weeks back and I saw a gate. It reminded me of The Secret Garden, a book I read...
