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.
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Son of a…
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.
To be continued.
Maryam’s Monk
After Board Meeting Brew
Most of Us Need Two Hands to Ride Evolution
Always – Every One of Them
Do you find your voice once and for all or 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?
Public Structures
Image
Working with Wood While I Wait
Next Slide Please
Thank you. So, and I’ve already touched on this word, let’s move on from nuts and bolts to brass tacks.










