Committee-Comatose

This morning’s blogging focus has been pre-empted by a brainsucking, late-night committee meeting. The blogger slept in and woke up behinder than usual. With regrets, we inform you that there will be no blog post this morning. Except for… *…

Mixed Nuts

NOAA Wx Radio’s Greatest Hits We call him Jose because he seems to have a south-of-the-border ESL quality to his robot speech as he reads the weather synopsis, forecast or current readings of conditions around the area. He came out…

Lost in Let’s Remember

We’re very different, Ann and I, in the source from which we take our bearings. Hers are from the demands and obligations of the moment. Each day is the first day of the rest of her life. Mine come from…

To Nap, Perchance to Dream

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day’slife, sore labour’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature’s secondcourse, Chief nourisher in life’s feast. — Shakespeare, Macbeth “Thomas Edison, Napoleon Bonaparte, Salvador Dali, Winston Churchill,…

Perchance to Dream

I dream of color, of images in words and light together on the page. In Fragments has been realized a hope that goes way back. In an old journal, the only journal I ever kept during the early 70s, I…

November Woods

I recently read a short “review” of the book (a couple of sentences) that described the book as “breathy, ethereal, out of the body prose”. I don’t think this was a compliment. But I never expected to please everybody. Just…

Leonids: Time in the Dark

This is a timely selection from Slow Road Home. Tonight you can begin to look for the Leonids to zip past, a few or many, depending on which experts you listen to. But maybe it is more about just going…

Watch Ma! No Hands!

I think I’m frustrating myself unnecessarily by thinking that on day two I have to have mastered Dragon Dictation’s speech-to-text program. It is something I’ll have to do almost exclusively, ultimately, as my wrists cooperate less and less with the…

Light and Dark

Somehow, this yin and yang play of light on shadow seems fitting this morning. In reading back over SRH for final edits these past weeks toward a second printing, I realize I used some terms or phrases more often than…

Idle Hands: Not!

Yes, I must confess: this was one of those very rare mornings when I was in town, I was at home, and I was even sitting at the computer and did NOT post to FFF. But lest you think I’ve…

Things Fall Apart

I actually had a little momentum going yesterday morning in that hardest part of a project: the getting started; the getting of the sheer weight of an object at rest moving in any direction at all, breaking the resistance of…

An Appreciation

If I’m remembering right, I found Tom Montag in a browser search for “sense of place”. Early in my wanderings in the summer of 2002, I’d come across that term, new to me then, and the hair on my arms…