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The Lost Generation, 2019

What on earth will they do when the power runs out, the batteries die, or their phones are obsolete? Will life, as they know it, end?

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“Once I had a secret love..”

(from Calamity Jane) Gone but not forgotten. Doris Day, 97. Especially by her many pet dogs. “…and now my love’s no secret anymore.”

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“Where have you spent much of your adult life?”

“On a plane of higher regard.” “Where’s that?” “The best of civilized culture and consciousness with a huge infusion of the Arts.” “Are you a better person from all of that?” “Indubitably.” “When one experiences the best that has been … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day:

(To the memory of Rosalie Malowny Davies) An annual day to give thanks and gratitude.

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So what I most enjoyed about going to university in the ’60s and ’70s was

the wonderful, informative sense of context, structure, themes, and organization about my personal specialized interests and, by extension, human behavior and the world. I took the following contextual courses: Intro to Greek and Roman Classics Comparative Lit from Homer On … Continue reading

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Simple Fact:

Warm/er sunny weather makes people or strangers cheerier and friendlier.

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Are you sure you want to be known to one and all as a

“DRMA QN”? (On her license plate)

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One of My Favorite Original Expressions

“sordid out” used as a verb phrase

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Upsy-daisy

Rejecting the d-hive paradigm and prevailing winds of “All’s right with the world”– the ear candy, grasshopper minds, vested interests, lowest common denominator. My very free will transcends a cognitive dissonance and depressive realism, moves instead toward sweetness and light, … Continue reading

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The Waking Vision

Without an object of desire he could face down the flames of aurora borealis. He became a poet of weather now and carved his name on clouds. The poles of sun and moon informed this, his final art in a … Continue reading

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