On the Way Home

 Today the world belongs only to the stupid, the insensitive and the agitated. Today the right to live and triumph is awarded on virtually t...

 OK, so this is a pretty silly post, as compared to all of my other pretty silly posts, to be fair. The week before last I made it back to P...

 All my life I've been metaphysically glib, serious at playing around. I haven't done anything seriously, however much I may have wa...

 Here are a couple shots of the Praca do Giraldo, the public square in Evora, Portugal. It has a long, and often bloody history (including t...

 The truly wise man is the one who can keep external events from changing him in any way. To do this, he covers himself with an armour of re...

 Janet, Marcel, her brother Roger, Kevin, and I attended one of the social events of the Vermont season: the Opening Day of the Vermont Lake...

 There's an aesthetics to wasting time. For those who cultivate sensations there's an unwritten handbook on inertia, with recipes fo...