Author Archives: John Swinburn

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

On the Trail

Here are a few photos from our hike today at Petit Jean State Park. Mi esposa bonita y mi cuñadaa hermosa and I did a bit of wandering around.  Only about 2 miles in total, I’d guess, but it was … Continue reading

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Accidental Eavesdropping

There’s a restaurant in Dallas—actually in the city limits of Plano, I think—with an odd characteristic.  I think it’s the ceiling that allows conversations at each of two specific tables across the room from one another to be heard at the other … Continue reading

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Thirty-Nine

Yield to it, indulge yourself in the experience you seek.

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Prism

I find something about prisms vaguely unsettling. Perhaps it’s the fact that they look so simply elegant, yet they so completely alter reality. Let me think on that. Recently, I read that the speed of light changes when it moves from one … Continue reading

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Thirty-Eight

If you sit alone long enough, in a room with a pleasant view over a verdant valley pocked with lakes and ponds, you’ll conclude that problems with people and their personalities don’t matter. The room and the view and the solitude will … Continue reading

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Solitary Refinement

This morning’s tasks include a visit to the pottery studio to carve bases into pots I threw two days ago. I suspect all six pots will be too wet, still, to handle, so I’ll have to put them in front … Continue reading

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Thirty-Seven

Listen more, talk less, empathize more, judge less, forgive more, blame less. At least that’s the plan. But plans tend to change, don’t they?

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A Delicate Relationship with the Devil

“I can try to ignore the feeling, but it won’t let me. What is it? Lust? Desire? Love? It’s hard to say exactly what it is, but it’s so strong it takes over almost every waking moment. She’s on my mind, constantly. When … Continue reading

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Creative Struggles

So, for no reason other than being lazy about writing this morning, I decided instead to create a list of some of the fiction or near-fiction or weird vignettes or simple scenes I’ve written in the past couple of years. … Continue reading

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Thirty-Six

My immediate reaction, when I heard a couple of days ago that a “sequel” to Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird is coming out was elation. Then, I learned yesterday that there is serious concern that she is being duped … Continue reading

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Thinking Across the Human Divide

Creativity is impossible, I think,  without the ability to change one’s perspective, to see the world from disparate vantage points and with different eyes.  I cannot adequately capture in words,even in thought, the experience of a woman giving birth to a … Continue reading

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Thirty-Five

If you have never eaten abalone, you have missed out on one of the joys of life. It has been years since I’ve had abalone. I feel the need to have it again. Hawaii is said to be one of … Continue reading

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Damage without Tears

Someone, maybe your father or your uncle, told you men don’t cry. You kept hearing it. And you heard “big boys don’t cry.” The messages were clear: if you cry, you’re not a big boy.  If you cry, you’re not a man. So, … Continue reading

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Thirty-Four

Lacking the patience to do a job one does not want to do is perfectly fine, provided the job does not need doing.  Otherwise, the first step in accomplishing the necessary task is to find a source of patience sufficient … Continue reading

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Thinking Through My Fingers

There is a fine line, I think, between acceptable social constraints on behavior and intolerable suppression.  Constraints on behavior should be based on some generally agreed moral code (a topic I’ve pondered here and here and here recently). It is no … Continue reading

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Thirty-Three

Expediency. The word suggests to me self-interest and a general disregard for morality and justice. But that’s not always the way it is used.  Many who use the word ignore its permeating overtones of immorality and injustice; instead, they use it as a … Continue reading

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Blood in the Forest

The path ahead is clear, the ground compressed by thousands of footsteps during the course of several years.  Leaves cover the ground in a moist, mottled brown and grey and beige blanket, cushioning the terrain. But it’s not smooth; no, far … Continue reading

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Thirty-Two

The best way to be welcomed into all social circles is to keep your beliefs and opinions to yourself.  But that’s also known as cowardice. Midway between coward and doctrinaire is a happy medium, though “happy” may be stretching it.

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Trends in Benign Neglect

I read something not long ago  in which the term “benign neglect” was used.  My memory tells me it was used to describe a suggested policy in which improvements in education would occur if the State would just stop investing time and … Continue reading

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Thirty-One

At what point does one begin to feel guilt at violating a moral standard or compromising personal integrity? I suppose it varies with the individual, but that suggests a crack in the moral code, doesn’t it; isn’t morality by definition a … Continue reading

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Unauthorized Autobiography

I got up, wrote some, then decided to go back to bed for a while.  It was almost 6:45 when I awoke for the second time, light already filtering into the house.  Between the time I went back to sleep … Continue reading

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Description

He is about five feet, seven inches tall, with a roundish face, jowls betraying a strong affinity for food, and sandy grey hair, cut long enough that it can be combed a bit, but not long enough to enable him … Continue reading

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Thirty

Almost one-twelfth of the year has passed.  What do you have to show for it?  What plans have you solidified?  What steps have you taken; not talked about, taken? My answers to those questions are deeply unsatisfying.

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Three Minutes to Midnight

The Science and Security Board of the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists, the body responsible for setting the “Doomsday Clock,” recently adjusted the hands of the clock forward by two minutes to 11:57 p.m.  And so, the metaphor for the risk of … Continue reading

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Twenty-Nine

The only way to learn whether hope can arise from the ashes of despair is to incinerate despair, which is a task of almost unimaginable scope and breadth in a world saddled with greed, poverty, starvation, and religion-fueled psychosis.

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