Red Cedar
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Category: Me
Not writing.
I tell myself all the time that I don’t have time to write. That I don’t have space. That I don’t have enough unbroken minutes and silences to sit down and really work. Which is somewhat true. But what’s also true is that I… Continue Reading “Not writing.”
Who’s afraid of the brave new world?
I am supposed to be writing about Brave New World this week, but each time I sit down to do so, I am put off by the task. Perhaps because I’ve read it too many times? Because what I would say here, I’ve already… Continue Reading “Who’s afraid of the brave new world?”
Fragments.
I have been quite busy in the last couple of weeks, the happenings of which have encroached into my brainspace in a way that has made it difficult to separate and write anything of length. Not reading reflections nor secret poems, not essay starts… Continue Reading “Fragments.”
Ira Glass on Creativity
Spotted this over at Brain Pickings and definitely can appreciate that I am still in this stage of not-quite-there in so many aspects of my life.
Brief notes on God.
(Some disjointed thoughts from reading The Belief Instinct, and Varieties of Religious Experience. Themes I have thought very much about in the past several years of my life and would like to return to in a better essay eventually). It seems to me that… Continue Reading “Brief notes on God.”
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