You know, I’ve never really gone in for new year’s resolutions. Call me old-school, but there seems to be little point to making pronouncements about some kind of commitment that you’ll break within a week or two. Yes, you may be shamed into sticking to it a bit longer if you’ve told the world your …
Well, with the holidays upon us and peace and goodwill reigning all around, it seemed a great opportunity to post up a short meditation on something meaningful. I did think about bashing out one of those deliberations on the true meaning of Christmas, but we were too busy eating and getting drunk to really focus …
When priapic songster Sting, in his pretentious post-Police lite-jazz phase, sang that love is the seventh wave, he was of course referencing the myth that in the sea, waves travel in groups of seven, with the seventh being the largest. This idea comes up quite a lot in our culture. Henri Charriere, otherwise known as …
As I mentioned before, we’re really here in Braidwood because of COVID-19. It’s a lovely sunny Tuesday here – if a little windy – and it’s hard to imagine the outside world still locked in a struggle with the virus. Although we’re not really that isolated, the pandemic seems to be the preserve of news …
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