With so many airport related topics right before my very eyes, here’s what came to mind. I think the idea surfaced in relation to all the hubbub about the Hobby Lobby decision, about which I’ve already opined. We see what we see.
…there’s no telling what you can wash and dry!
Yea, spent some time at the coin-operated laundry after yoga. Have to admit, I was thinking about this to a small extent during Savasana, but it passed.
G’mornin’, my name is Cowboy, and I’m a 2005 Belgian Tervuren. It’s Saturday. I just ate. It’s time to play. I might take a short nap first, while I guard my favorite toy.
Something interesting happened last weekend while visiting friends. I saw a carving I had made nearly a quarter of a century ago, called Maryam’s monk, that prompted me to look at time – not only in terms of chronology but also as Kairos, which roughly corresponds to the difference between a minute and a moment.
Entranced as I was, I felt like never before the significance of a quote from Cervantes that I included in a recent post. Cada uno es hijo de sus obras. Roughly translated, Each of us is the son (or daughter) of his (or her) works. (Read how this was uttered by Sancho Panza in Don Quijote, Part 1, Chapter 47). Looking at the carving, which I’m now calling Maryam’s Monk (see photo below), I suddenly recalled in that moment how it was made and who I’d become since.
It’s Kairos Time
To be continued.
Maryam’s Monk
Maryam’s Monk
Foursquare tells me I’ve been here 15 times. Where? 17th Street Public House. This time, another Black IPA. Rogue’s Dad’s Little Helper Black IPA.
…and even so, we’re bound to get thrown for a loop now and then.
Annyth with her hair bunched up drying naturally in the radiance of her Apple monitor…
This story begins in 1982…
Always – Every One of Them
I’ll elaborate on this over time.
I don’t want to make light of this because it may be one of our most important projects, this notion of “finding one’s voice.” I’ve given it some study and thought; I’m a huge fan of Vygotsky, Bakhtin, and countless others…long story… I just wonder if it’s something that happens within a single instance (see image below), like at 3:30 am on a Tuesday or if it’s something that unfolds over time. It’s a big world, and there’s a whole lot of human variation; so, can I buy a vowel?
Practically unrelated except for the refrigerator…a seminary-class doodle from the mid 1980s.
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