So: this week, without embellishment or comment. Label me Otherwise Distracted. But still poking around and pecking the keys. — F1st ⬅︎Consider subscribing to Fragments, published whenever, unpredictably on a whim. Join 1570 other subscribers (it says. That can’t be…
Catcher in the Rye used it five times. If you find an old copy in a second-hand book store, chances are some 12 year old (now 80-ish) underlined every instance. Back then, the f-word was outrageous; shocking; and hidden. And…
So if I set up a kind of schedule and framework–say for every Thursday–maybe I’ll do a better job of posting at least once a week? Does it matter? Only that it might make me less the tree blogging in…
I’m beating the rush for New Year’s Resolutions, and thought I’d go ahead and start failing to keep mine ahead of schedule. I’ve realized that I have allowed myself to get too unfocused and content to merely wander, digitally-speaking; while…
These are the things that I tell myself every morning are in limited and consistently depleted supply. Every morning, this reality should drive me to the top of my task and projects list. And almost every morning, instead, I’m not…
I made the mistake a few weeks back of saying I hoped to be doubling down on efforts to apply the brake to the creening path of humanity towards the brink–as if one person can make a difference; and yet……
Once upon a time, there was a strange farmer of Erehwon. He gathered his curiosities, his precious things–momentary objects that held his attention and delight–and hoped others might wander down his lonesome road and share his fascination with the ordinary.…
Fragments “came together”, so to speak, in the spring of 2002–for a variety of reasons, a history of belonging and writing and journey of self-knowledge and sharing that I have embellished with photographs over the course of the past 15…
I confess to being a hoarder. My wife would say that my desk offers ample piled-higher-and-deeper evidence of that claim, but I actually need just so much disordered STUFF around me to make my mind seem like a relatively organized…
You might have noticed that, after years of thematic stasis and no blog changes but the regular filler of words and images, we’ve rearranged the Fragments furniture in the past few weeks. Fragments design has shifted to a new template.…
Why blog? I am sure I’m not the only one who asks this question–one that fails to find an answer, even as we fire up the keyboard and fill more white space with words and pixels–about what, for what, towards…
I feel a bit like any dog we’ve ever had. Coming to a potential napping spot, indoors or out, there’s typically a lot of circling–once, twice, sometimes more–before finally having the sense that this is exactly the right place. So…
Found this morning, while looking for something else on the hard drive: a first-month post from 2002 when Fragments was just an infant. Some of those hopes expressed here have been realized in most wonderful ways. But then, twelve years…
Back twelve years ago this May, I ran across a quote–“old Chinese proverb” most likely–that explained why I suddenly (but after years of dissatisfaction) left at least a job, if not a career in health care. It said something like…