Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
Sound cycles.
The arrival of almost-winter has me reaching into my archive of classical music – simultaneously adding to it with new renditions of old standards, and new classical works altogether. This is a cycle I recognize, the November onset of reflective and beautiful music written… Continue Reading “Sound cycles.”
A whole bunch of things in no particular order….
…is what my life feels like right now Issues in my work unit, fending off airplane-induced illnesses, windstorm anxiety, the approaching anniversary of the arrests, the birth of anna’s son, social niceties, impending holidays, union negotiations, speaking engagements, an interesting new person in my… Continue Reading “A whole bunch of things in no particular order….”
From the journal.
(Wednesday morning, Ottawa) Morning newspapers are grim with Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraq – deadly all these days with bombings, with martial law. I refuse to read it most days – the news being little more than packaged indifference to atrocity. I am not sure what… Continue Reading “From the journal.”
Packing to come home.
This trip has definitely been one day too long. Or two even. I’m tired and I feel like I haven’t stopped talking for the whole time I’ve been here. Someone is getting their money’s worth anyways. As usual, there’s lots going on in my… Continue Reading “Packing to come home.”
A few scattered thoughts.
The other night I was talking to my friend Brian and he asked me “What would you do if you didn’t have to work?” And I was stumped. Like, besides read and take pictures and write a bit more? I’m not sure, I said.… Continue Reading “A few scattered thoughts.”
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