Category Archives: All part of the process

We Are In A Jam, No Matter When

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards Soren Kierkegaard, Danish philosopher (1813 – 1855) ‘The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday–but never jam to-day.’ ‘It MUST come sometimes to “jam to-day,”‘ Alice objected. ‘No, … Continue reading

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Writing Cannot Be Copied.

With an unprecedented amount of available text, our problem is not needing to write more of it; instead, we must learn to negotiate the vast quantity that exists. How I make my way through this thicket of information—how I manage … Continue reading

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2 Drawings and an Unfinished Adventure

I found an ancient receipt with all the printing worn off among the sedimentary layers in my sweatshirt pocket and saw that it had an interesting pattern crumpled into it. It also felt like fine tissue drawing paper. So I … Continue reading

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From The Safety of the Diner

I used to go to Bob’s Big Boy restaurant just about every day from the mid-seventies until the early eighties. I’d have a milk shake and sit and think. There’s safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your … Continue reading

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Century #14: Cold Light, Long Shadows, Tea

From the Journal of Martin Way: Allentown, Pennsylvania January 5, 1936 The cold hard light comes in through the white curtains and sets them glowing. Bits of dust swirl and ignite in slanting rays that pierce the room through the … Continue reading

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