I went to the post office for some back up postcard and international stamps. Gave away my first button in my personal project of giving out buttons to people I meet. Had some breakfast. Went grocery shopping (oooh pot roast … Continue reading →
Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music or bodily movement or poetry … Continue reading →
Tonight as I was leaving work, I was chatting with another co-worker (also in the “older” bracket of my worksite) about stuff. I was telling him what my next month’s goals were – world peace poetry postcards, sent also to … Continue reading →
So yelling big-wig (ha! ha!), not on my watch. Continue reading →
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice. — Martin Luther King Jr. Continue reading →
Don’t think of words when you stop but to see the picture better.
