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No kidding.

I don’t feel like reading Xenophon and writing a line-by-line commentary right now. What I want to do is write the most elegant flashy essay packed with a new reading of American history and its themes that will make us all perfectly rational voters eager to read Plato at the drop of a hat. I

Beyond

The thought of her occurs at the strangest times, complete with guilt and regret. It’s not like leaving home and thinking you forgot your wallet or phone. What’s left of significance is still with me: memories of her likes and dislikes, some of her taste in music, even some of her words. The words of

Sketch for a Song, Part 1

She wants to be carried away, and it isn’t unreasonable, even though it is literally unreasonable. Her life has been pain caused by a number of indecisive men and their desire to possess her, she thinks. The pain is real; the tyranny of awful expectation is real. Perhaps it is the fact that they’re holding

Poem: “I am away from my computer”

I am away from my computer for Nancy – happy birthday It is always lonely online. There are only thoughts: words and pictures leaving this world cold, electronic. All of it conspiring to say I don’t know what I want, I don’t know who I am, I need to learn to be happy. Joy is

For New and Old Readers – Some Housekeeping Issues and Various Musings:

This site will probably undergo several design changes before I settle on a theme I really like and is easy to maintain. Jennifer and Hazel have been hugely helpful with their input, and I’m sold on two concepts: This site requires a strong graphical element. Ideally, I would like to show off the work of

Venting.

What I have to vent about is my own fault. What is most precious is probably slipping away; what needs to be done is not being done well at all. I can conceive of things being a lot easier. But they are a lot harder for many more people. I wish I could take that

Waiting

We praise those who do, who seem in control. And we should praise them – that’s what praise is for. However: even I tend to forget just what a privilege it is to be able to do more. There has to be a way to reconcile patience with activity, a way to know one is

Opportunity

The lilies my Mother has planted outside our house are bold, despite the sunlight poured upon them recently. They are bent slightly down, away from the sun, suffering from the heat. But their orange color is very healthy, their petals are strong, their stems and leaves are green and not fading. They are ready to

Seriously?

I remember a professor once upon a time telling me that life was a game, and I started tuning him out. I’m pretty sure nowadays he didn’t mean it in a trivial way, but when I see people say things like “People who take themselves seriously make me crack up,” I just wonder. Look, the