Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art. Ralph Waldo Emerson There’s a purpose to this great thing that the Internet has spawned beyond the creation of commerce engines, marketing campaigns and wealth beyond our wildest imagination. The world has become too large, genius too widely distributed, stories too important and creativity […]
The clues are everywhere, but it isn’t until you see the title that the entire meaning becomes clear. I stumbled across these paintings because I follow the artist on Twitter. Her handle is @julia_hensley. I don’t follow her because she’s an artist; a writer that I follow follows her and I added her as I […]
Susan Orlean got a conversation about songs with whistling going on Twitter. Made me think of this sing from the Mavericks. It was the right song at the right time once in my life. It still has the power to move me, even after the pain that it soothed has passed far away. Enjoy.
Sometimes the dogs in this neighborhood start an alarm chain. Little CharlieDog is the fulcrum. The dogs back across the pond begin to bark, the dogs across the street bark, and Charlie runs from one side of the upper yard to the other, transferring the barks with his peculiar strident yelp. His muscles get taut […]
The post on this blog that gets the most traffic day in and day out is my rumination on the last paragraph of Joyce’s The Dead. It’s an amateur’s impressionistic take. That last paragraph has captivated me ever since the first time I read it, and I go back to it as a reminder of […]