Monthly Archives: November 2014

Sunrises are reasons enough to rise early. But getting up before 2:00 a.m. is stretching it.

There’s a connection in my dreams to my conscious reality, but sometimes it’s flawed.  It can be a bit like picking up multiple broadcast radio stations on the same band; lots of static and competition between music and news.

If all of us, at every level in the social strata, would accept the legitimacy of the customs and practices of people one level up and one level down, we’d all be a lot happier.  And we’d be happier, still, … Continue reading →

The key to having a good attitude, I’m coming to understand, is to acknowledge the lunacy of trying to convince highly opinionated and stunningly uninformed people to share one’s enlightened perspective.

You have to get inside another person’s head to look at the world through his or her eyes.  Often, though, you find there is no room for you there.

Some days, I wake up and realize I am among the most fortunate of men.  Most days, in fact.  I don’t know what I have done to deserve being married to my wife, but whatever it is, I am grateful … Continue reading →

Some colors are just not worth talking about.  Others deserve more attention than we can possibly give them.  The vast majority are unremarkable but at least they are innocuous.  Consider, for example, cobalt blue, amaranth, and caput mortuum. Into which … Continue reading →

Burning books and erecting fortifications are the usual occupations of princes… ~Jorge Luis Borges~

I wonder about odd things.  When was the first sleep-specific pillow created and from what was it made?  Before people used pillows, was our physiology different?  Did humans’ changing physiology contribute to our need or want to use pillows to sleep … Continue reading →

I’ve never attempted to compile a list of pros and cons of permitting humanity to continue exercising its control over this planet.  Not yet.  Going into it, though, I suspect the scales might be roughly in balance, with just a … Continue reading →

In late afternoon, I look at the dappled light between branches and leaves, the brilliance of the sun bright in the sky beyond.  The light is bright, almost blinding, but still mottled and broken by leaves left hanging in the early fall air.  The longer I … Continue reading →

I’d like to get 14,400 samples of paints of different colors and paint each on a one-inch square on a ten foot by ten foot wall.  With sufficient planning, the wall could look like a wave, or an explosion, of color.