Recovered from the Wayback Machine. When we were younger, our academic achievements weren’t measured from our growing conversational ability or how many facts we knew, but in how well we understood borders. There was that important moment when we would color in the coloring book and actually manage to stay within the lines. (Not to […]
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Cape Girardeau
Today was sunny and in the 60’s (that’s ‘warm’ in Celsius). Since issues are still open on the book I am foot loose and loosed my feet to Cape Girardeau today. Cape Girardeau is a Lovely little town on the Mississippi, with a smaller college (Southeastern), some great architecture, and about the friendliest people I’ve […]
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No other word works but great
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I’m at work on a longer essay for later today or tomorrow on another topic, but I wanted to make a comment about the gay marriages in San Francisco. Watching the story online and on TV about Gavin Newsom’s carefully planned act of defiance against the State of California, the weekend of […]
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Listening to you
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I’m not sure what happened. I was writing about a personal revelation I had and then somehow the writing became filtered and morphed until some people see echo chambers and other people – too many other people – see it as an attack against an established (pick one: elitist/egalitarian) person/group. At first […]
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One last post
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. On being a writer as compared to being a community member. Elizabeth Lane Lawley wrote tonight: Shelley wrote “If community causes you to alter your writing—not to say something you think should be said, or to write a certain way to get attention—then you are betraying yourself as a writer.” And in […]