Monthly Archives: January 2018

peaceful and beautiful in a Wordsworthian Romantic way, the Byronic/Voltaire-ian view is probably more true in these turbulent, chaotic times. “Disasters” and “eruptions” as Shakespeare correctly described them. Volcanos, wildfires and suffocating smoke, ice and icestorms, winter blizzards, heavy snowfalls, alternating rapid … Continue reading →

They appeared slowly one row at a time on the edge of the horizon. It was going to be another hot summer morning and the mist had faded. They had travelled far in the night–tired, hungry, walking on empty. It … Continue reading →

“You cannot travel on the Path before you have become the Path itself.” -Buddha Clarity and achievement of significant purpose predisposes that an individual has the consciousness of being “It” in terms of choices in one’s own life and that … Continue reading →

With one of his famous “unresolved endings” albeit a conventional romantic one, with perhaps shallower, less thoughtful audience members believing that Johnnie is really reformed after lying and manipulating his way through the entire plot, Hitchcock still has managed to … Continue reading →

Uncle Charlie, a psychopathic killer of three rich widows on the run, arrives in Santa Rosa to stay with his older sister’s family which includes his overly-innocent niece-namesake young Charlie. A duality of good and evil and appearance and reality … Continue reading →

The experts always say “Buy what you love. It’s the best reason to.” And yet… An old woman on today’s show who wears clothes and adornments signalling her interest in appearances, images, and likely beauty. Thought she’d bought a certain … Continue reading →

So often the people who clean out closets, attics, barns, the people who dumpster-dive or buy something for $5 at a thrift shop or garage sale, unwittingly, hit the jackpot and find out the painting they own is worth 20 … Continue reading →

It had been months since he had seen his parents and home. The city skyline gradually came into sight after a long flat prairie drive. Suddenly he was passing the familiar landmarks as he entered the outlying district where he … Continue reading →

They circled the open well lazily, no discernible pattern–about twenty of them–five feet off the ground. You could feel that something was about to happen. Then they shot up in a linear swarm and turned suddenly at the leader’s chosen … Continue reading →