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The Day Lady Died   It is 12:20 in New York a Fri­daythree days after Bastille day, yesit is 1959 and I go get a shoeshinebe­cause I will get off the 4:19 in East­hamp­tonat 7:15 and then go straight to din­nerand I don’t know the peo­ple who will feed me I walk up the muggy street […]

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via thedesignblog.org Part of the romance of the chess set was the imagery. Knights, kings, rooks, pawns: ele­ments of a feu­dal past that masked bru­tal­ity and pain with images of grace and honor. Here’s a chess set that focuses on a basic premise of the dig­i­tal age, that mem­ory can be out­sourced to a digital […]

via psychologytoday.com Here’s a strik­ing graphic for those of us who are rais­ing chil­dren, or who won­der what made us do the things we did when we were 18. The five brain scans show how the brain matures from the ages of 5 to 20. Those parts of the brain that con­trol impulse and help to […]

via youtube.com This city was a thriv­ing port at the end of the Bronze Age, occu­pied 5000 years ago. A team of arche­ol­o­gists sur­vey­ing it real­ized, as they cat­a­loged the arti­facts, that the town was older than they had imag­ined. It has been sub­merged for cen­turies, rest­ing peace­fully in shal­low waters on what once was […]

When I hear the words “writer’s block,” I think of some­thing that is big and for­mi­da­ble. The image is wrench­ing: an imag­i­na­tion has been blocked by an organic, but chimeri­cal force. A per­son wants to do some­thing badly, but each time they start off to do it, they are thwarted. It’s like Sisy­phus strain­ing to […]

Over the past two years, I’ve worked my way out of a 20-year writer’s block. Or, less dra­mat­i­cally, I started writ­ing reg­u­larly again after a 20-year hia­tus. Through this process, I’ve had to watch out for pat­terns of thought and activ­ity that would take me back to the place where I would not write. I’m […]

via projo.com This image has been the leit­mo­tif for the Roger’s ret­ro­spec­tive of selected paint­ings at the New­port Art Museum. Says the reviewer: Yet despite the chal­lenges, some artists wouldn’t have it any other way. A case in point is Rita Rogers, a New­port artist who’s the focus of a won­der­ful one-person show at the […]

I came home last night in a huge wind­storm. The gusts we blow­ing from the west. as my plane dropped down into White Plains, the wind caught the pock­ets under its wings and bat­ted at its nose like a wrestler try­ing to grab hold and slam it into the ground. At our house, the wind […]

I am on the couch on the porch. The morn­ing is humid, but not chilled. The night is eas­ing off. It is about 7 am on Sun­day morn­ing. Char­lie just scur­ried off to the front dri­ve­way to check some­thing out. Bella heeded my admo­ni­tion to stay. The organic mat­ter in the yard is begin­ning to wither. […]