Author Archives: John Swinburn

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes

Recipe for Uzbek Soup (Moshhorda)

Following is the recipe for the Uzbek soup our couchsurfer visitors prepared for us last night.  It was beyond wonderful.  Our visitors, biologists from the St. Louis area, were a delightful couple who have traveled extensively throughout Uzbekistan, Khazakstan, Russia, Mongolia, … Continue reading

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Frozen to the Couch

Our couch-surfers had hoped to spend the day in Hot Springs yesterday, visiting Hot Springs National Park, indulging themselves in treatments at the bath houses, visiting the galleries, and otherwise behaving like interested tourists.  Instead, they spent the day at … Continue reading

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Accepting the World on its Own Terms

As I sit and ponder whether my life, or any human life, fits on this planet, it occurs to me that I’ve been pondering the wrong question. It’s not about meaning, it’s about acknowledging that there is only one clear way … Continue reading

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Forty-Eight

Curiosity is a wonderful thing until paired with greed.

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Ice Surfers

Our couch surfer guests arrived last night just after 8:00 pm, having driven in from Little Rock through freezing rain. They escaped the worst of the storm, but after they had been here awhile, it followed them to our house. … Continue reading

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Killing Trees

A few days ago, as I was doing some very informal research for a piece of fiction I’ve thought about writing (involving the commission of murder by intentionally cutting down a tree so that it will strike the intended victim—more about … Continue reading

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Forty-Seven

I’ve found that, when my mind is tightly closed—sealed so well that nothing can get in—the best way to crack it open is with a dose of undiluted humility.

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Forty-Seven

Brutally cold nights; hot, arid days; water a necessity that is simply unavailable. I hope it’s just a fantasy that will never come to pass.

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Fairytales on Acid for Demented Adults

The Seven Dwarfs (Blick, Flick, Glick, Plick, Quee, Snick, and Whick) arranged to meet for lunch one sultry February afternoon at an Argentinian steakhouse on The Kurfürstendamm in Berlin.  They invited Goldilocks and Santa Clause to join them, anticipating both would offer … Continue reading

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Remembering Lost Daydreams

March 8, 2009 was the day I acknowledged I would never be in a position to achieve my lifelong dream of having a “place in the country.” For as long as I can remember, I’ve wished I had a few … Continue reading

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Forty-Six

Understated passion is always in fashion, at least that’s the word on the street.

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Dribs and Drabs

It’s a bit early for the neighbors to be at the barbie, Graeme thought, as he opened the back door to the wooden deck off the living room. The scent of wood smoke and seared meat filled his nostrils. Once outside, he realized almost … Continue reading

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Forty-Five

I will refrain from remarking about the crass commercialism that has, for years, hijacked February 14. I will not say that Hallmark et al have cleverly woven into a celebration of love a suggestion that failure to spend appropriately is a sign of love gone stale.  I … Continue reading

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Risk

The idea of risk had been on her mind quite a lot lately.  How much safety, security, certainty would she be willing to risk for happiness?  How much exposure to danger and ugliness and turmoil would she be willing to tolerate if she had … Continue reading

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Forty-Four

If you find it difficult to find something positive to say to a stranger to help him or her have a better day, you should be the next recipient of the positive words of a kind stranger.

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Last Night’s Living

Last night, we went to the Garland County Library for a program sponsored by the library and the Hot Springs Jazz Society. I expected it would be a good program.  It was better than good; it was spectacular.  The poets … Continue reading

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Forty-Three

I feel sorry for Brian Williams, the NBC news anchor who has been suspended without pay for six months for an exaggerated tale of reporting under fire from Iraq. I don’t approve, but I think it’s possible his memory really … Continue reading

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Practical Magic

Every so often I come across a bit of software or technology or related online magic that captures my interest to such an extent that I drop virtually everything else I’m doing and focus on learning more about it.  Lately, “every so … Continue reading

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Silliness on Steroids

I’m not sure what possessed me to think about the idiocy of competitive eating at this hour. Not that it matters, of course, as almost everything I post at this hour arises from thoughts with no logical connection to the time … Continue reading

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Forty-Two

The amount of risk one is willing to take to achieve something—a desired object, a target, an accomplishment—is a measure of the importance of the objective.

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Couchsurfers

We’ll be hosting a couch surfing couple next week, for two days, while they explore the biology of the surrounding environs.  A couple of early-career Ph.D. biologists with a particular interest in birds, these two folks seem (electronically, at least) to … Continue reading

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Forty-One

If you get a frosty reception, you’re treated coolly (or coldly) by someone.  If you get into a heated argument, tempers flare. But if you’re cool as a cucumber, you’re imperturbably calm. Intriguing, isn’t it, that words suggestive of a … Continue reading

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Slaughter of Tradition

My tendency to abandon tradition in the kitchen has become a more intensely practiced habit of late than in the past. Lately, breakfasts have been the subject of my passion for twisting what has long been socially accepted as satisfying and right … Continue reading

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Hard as Nails and Half as Sharp

More than occasionally I come across people I quickly decide are as hard as nails and half as sharp. These are people about whom I make a snap judgement based on a single encounter, maybe not even an encounter with me but an encounter I witness … Continue reading

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Forty

The hardest advice to take is to reveal yourself, the real you. Let the blemishes rise to the surface. Expose the cracked and broken edges. Stop hiding the curled and misshapen pieces of your personality. But then, who will love you? … Continue reading

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