“Love is a collaborative work of art.” – Lakeoff & Johnson (1980) Fall has finally arrived on the prairie. Thanksgiving is a few days away, the north wind has just frosted the tender blooms of summer, and the dark is rising. As if introspection weren’t already an Olympic event in the Hobbit House, dark days … More Collaborative work of art
I walked to work today. It was crisp and clear. Just what I needed. As in every walk-to-work-day, my mind constantly scanned for the best way forward or “how to ensure I get to work on time.” When driving, the route is straightforward: over the cobbles of Juliette to the canopied Bertrand, then North Manhattan, … More No Shortcuts
As Americans, we are focused on identity: personal, school, neighborhood, corporate, national, and beyond. We raise the banners of football teams, geographical regions, religion, race, and so much more. We look for identity as if it were magic or currency. We look for identity as if it were static. A given. But as long as we are … More Who are we now?
When I was tiny, I believed a tinier band – music band – lived in the dashboard of our car. I was amazed the tiny band who lived in our radio at home knew the same songs as the ones which played as we motored over the autobahn. I also believed fairies lived in the trees and … More What we know now