People love habit. Having the feeling of knowing what comes next is comforting. But you can’t fix problems or grow from a place of complete safety. You have to take risks, spend resources, embrace the insecurity of undetermined outcomes, and dream of better things that might be. Continue reading
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I just read about Harper Lee suing to have the copyright and royalties on “To Kill a Mockingbird” restored to her. She’s 87, dwells in an assisted-living facility, can’t see or hear well, and admits to “memory problems”. Since I don’t know Miz Lee and am not a lawyer, of course I can’t resist stubbornly trying to read between the lines of this news story. That’s my specialty, in case you hadn’t noticed. Continue reading
Obsession likability paranoia.
Kibble-reinforced, bio-degradable op-ed. Continue reading
This is an irritatingly difficult challenge. Since I began blogging, I’ve asserted that you can’t write about yourself with complete accuracy, no matter how hard you try. When we tell our own life stories, we portray ourselves as we imagine we are and have been, and it’s inevitably subject to all our biases, the self-protective and the self-destructive ones. No one is merciless and/or fearless enough to do it. That’s why I’ve always said I’m writing here about a character based on me. Continue reading
There’s a book (and later film) by Dalton Trumbo, one of the “Hollywood 10”, a screenwriter blacklisted in the 1950s. It’s called “Johnny Got His Gun”. In that story, a wounded soldier is only able to tap messages in Morse Code using the back of his head on his hospital bed frame. His face and limbs were removed in an explosion. Those caring for him assume he’s been de-cerebrated and has no original thought to contribute. I feel a bit like that. Continue reading