Monthly Archives: September 2018

No, I ain’t seen no smartphones or tablets stop a bullet. Nor makerspaces or digital citizenship curb a shooter’s will. And I ain’t seen no 3-D printers, coding, microbits or Chrome browsers bring back the teenage dead. D- and e-tech … Continue reading →

but the integrity of your own mind.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

(Winnipeg’s Union Station-now Via, formerly CN) Starting with the symphony here and a super finale with cannon fire and streamers for the 1812. Then flying into Winnipeg, my hometown, for a full, rich 10 days. Reconnecting with my earliest friend of some … Continue reading →

You either wake up or you don’t.

(Living and creating ‘Large’) who don’t have Art in their lives. Those who have never seen or experienced the great painters and paintings. Those who have never savoured the great music of Beethoven, Bach, and Louis Armstrong. Those who have … Continue reading →

of Hardy’s The Return of the Native. I feel myself closer to Clym as my eyesight continues to diminish because of the double cataract situation (to be remedied later this year). Most noticeable on these darker mornings, trying to read … Continue reading →

When people have something special to say at special occasions, they still use poetry to elevate their expressions of feeling and thought. Yesterday John McCain’s son read this Robert Louis Stevenson poem at his father’s funeral service. Requiem Under the … Continue reading →

From where you stand beside the road, you can almost see the house. Fence slats bow to you & paint curls upon itself~ a mockery of maintenance. Overhead tall spreading trees threaten sun. Strange you never understood what time might … Continue reading →

Simply put, someone or something either is or isn’t. He, she, or it exists and has being or doesn’t. You’ll recall that life starts and ends that way in the form of presence or non-presence. In school, students were either … Continue reading →

E. M. Forster’s “Only connect” is probably the truest two-word statement ever uttered. And one can connect on many levels: between oneself and others, between one and nature, and between one and any work of art, be it film, book, … Continue reading →