Photo taken from Google Images [NOT the pond I'm referring to] I passed one of those man-made "lakes" today, you know, the ones that campuses sometimes stick into their landscaping projects in order to make themselves look more official. Cuz it's official if there's a pond. From a distance, it looked like one of these … Continue reading Look. Then Look Again.
Month: July 2012
Oh man, Anis. [A Tribute to Anis Mojgani]
Mr. Mojgani. Anis. Ah-neice. I cannot even begin to describe what sort of peace you give me. Just simply to know that there are writers and poets of your caliber in the world makes me breathe easier, makes me joyous to be living in a world that can harbor so much creation and magic. It … Continue reading Oh man, Anis. [A Tribute to Anis Mojgani]
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind…
To be or not to be. What sort of question is that? BE. Spend a day just walking around and noticing- Colors—all of them. Bright, dull. Do they clash, or match? Complement one another, or compliment one another, do they flirt and make friends or do they circle around in suspicious avoidance or open aggression? … Continue reading Whether ’tis nobler in the mind…
Musings on Dreams
Do we dream every night and simply forget what our minds invented for nights at a time? Or are dreams little gifts that are given to us so that we may grasp them and cherish them? Sleep is a state of being in which all of our myriads of ideas and creativity are milling about … Continue reading Musings on Dreams
Cigarettes and Comfort
Someone walked past me while I was sitting in Starbucks (again). While the passing is not necessarily a novelty, something else struck me as he passed- his smell. Now, I know what you're thinking, most simply "ew." However, I am here to dispel any thoughts of disgust or annoyance. Because his smell didn't so much … Continue reading Cigarettes and Comfort
The Princess and the Frickin Pea
Recall the story of the princess and the pea. An unsuspecting girl is challenged to prove her elite status by identifying an almost insignificant object through dozens of feet of down, cloth, and upholstery. Consider the stupidity of the test. A young and most likely naive girl-child is pleasantly told "good night" and left to … Continue reading The Princess and the Frickin Pea
Write Then & There 