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Napoleon

I think Stanley Kubrick would have been pleased.
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 19:44:00 GMT

Mother's Day

Yesterday, I was leafing through my Bible from Sunday School, at which I've not looked in years. I found a note penciled in by my mother on the front page, making reference to Psalm 42. I looked it up...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 23:16:00 GMT

stroll in the dark

I went for a walk after sunset. I regarded the houses on the street, realizing I am essentially a brain with eyes, taking things in. I stopped at a very old tree on my street - the oldest, I would wag...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 18:35:00 GMT

dawn

The horizon grows bright, the birds are declaring their presence. I sit at the window and look toward the light reflecting off the war monument atop East Rock. Soon, it will be obscured by the leafing...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 03:07:00 GMT

May Day

Happy International Workers' Day
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 05:51:00 GMT

who can see it

My mother exposed me to many things, for which I am eternally grateful. One of the things I had the joy of being able to share with her was some of my music. She especially liked this song by George H...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 10:08:00 GMT

spring came as I walked to the market

spring came as I walked to the market.the air is full of the chatter of birds,the lawns are patrolled by eager cats,the first blossoms have pushed up out of the ground.
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 06:50:00 GMT

I do not believe in omens

While watching "The Seventh Seal", I was struck by the raven that was the harbinger of Death, hanging on the breeze above the sea. Then, driving up a country road to the war game, I saw what looked li...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 21:01:00 GMT

my song

My mother gave me an appreciation of music, literature, and language. One of the many artists she introduced me to was the Bengali poet, Rabindranath Tagore, whose words follow...My SongThis song of m...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 08:22:00 GMT

March goes out like a lamb

The weather is clear and mild. Buds are getting fat on the branches, but there is not yet a blossom on tree or soil. Any day now...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 13:18:00 GMT