Monthly Archives: August 2018

You cannot go from home to anywhere without running into closures on your route. What is open is so Third World quality that it is obvious that the open roads have been abandoned to Nature. More and more each day, … Continue reading →

Another fantastic show of songs from the ’70s meticulously covered by Jim Croce-voiced Witter. Set 1: “Time in a Bottle”-10/10 “You Don’t Mess with Jim”-10/10 “Operator”-10/10 “I Got a Name”-10/10 “Cats in the Cradle”-10/10 “Taxi” (also by Harry Chapin)–an impromptu … Continue reading →

The leaf that is contemplating its turn to fall. ******************************************************************************* And what also of plant, tree, flower consciousness? C.f. Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird’s classic book The Secret Life of Plants, sections like the one on plants and music. Yes, … Continue reading →

“The boughs of no two trees ever have the same arrangement./Nature always produces individuals.”–Lydia Maria Child, Letters from New York–second series (1845) ‘Connection’ is a desirable aspect potentially achievable with the dead and living, and via the real, fictional, and … Continue reading →

One, those about baby or toddler deaths. Two, about attacks on pets or violence against animals. I have my limits.

Life being largely about the impact of the world on an individual. Beginning with the flow of images, sounds, language, feelings, thoughts–various information via lived experience. Received, filtered, organized, processed by the individual’s senses, body, mind, feelings via imagination, intelligence, … Continue reading →

could you be a German tourist minding your own business driving on a highway who then gets shot in the head by a 16-year-old reserve native kid with nothing better to do with a firearm.

(Dining at the Mac in early Sept. with the patio gardens in full bloom, waiting for twilight after beverages and a superb meal.) ………………………………………………. Going back to 1995. Haven’t missed a season. Great seats. Braving the elements often to hear … Continue reading →

Opening a shooting range next door to a golf course. Naturally just a matter of time. Golfer shot that way today in Alberta.

Neil Simon, 91. The top American comedy playwright of the 60s-80s. So much for clean humor onstage.