Category Archives: paying attention

Some projects forming in the staging area of my mind

Art: an assemblage built on a 2 foot square of small parts, parts from old models, small bits of painted wood, maybe in the form of a house or landscape or a fantastic machine. There may be some sewing involved … Continue reading

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Universalism at Work, A Nice Idea

“Where we are fighting a tyrant, we are all universalists. We are immediately in solidarity with each other. That’s how you build universal solidarity … it’s the struggle for freedom. Here we have a direct proof that a) freedom is … Continue reading

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Just Putting One Word In Front of the Other

It is amazing how quickly I get out of the habit of just putting words together on paper or a screen. I have been writing bits of things here and there for work, but mostly I have just been overwhelmed … Continue reading

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A Little Break Doesn’t Mean the Shows Over

I took a little break to refuel after posting everyday for 46 days. I was feeling a little winded. As  I look back over my month and a half of posts, I feel that most of them are just what … Continue reading

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Heaven and Hell

“Can I help you, gentleman,” the small intense woman asked as she stepped behind the counter of the sandwich shop. Now she had many metal containers of sandwich fixings, a clear spit guard and about 3 feet separating her and … Continue reading

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