Thoughts and sketches on humans, nature, running, and the end of the world
What if our quest for perfection is what stands between us and our unique voice? Some time ago I took an illustration class. Every week we had an assignment to complete. At the beginning of the class, our instructor asked us to pin our illustrations to the wall so we could all see them...
On Sunday, Husband and I rode our bikes to Philly (27 miles and we are still alive!). I wanted to take some pictures of the collaborative mural that Keith Haring painted with local children in South Philadelphia (visit Keith Haring’s site to read more about the project and look at pictures of the event)....
Clutter is the language of the Pentagon calling an invasion a “reinforced protective reaction strike” and justifying its vast budgets on the need for “counterforce deterrence.” As George Orwell pointed out in “Politics and the English Language,” an essay written in 1946 but often cited during the wars in Cambodia, Vietnam, and Iraq, “political...
I’ve almost finished reading Stephen King’s On writing. I love this book. No wonder: it discusses the topic I love reading about—writing, the evolution of a passion, and elements of style—and tells a story with a happy ending. On Writing is also the story of the support, recognition, and love that are needed to...
I didn’t have any intention to watch Steven Bognar and Julia Reichert’s documentary A lion in the house that aired on PBS last Wednesday and Thursday. Who in their right mind would want to watch a documentary on very sick kids going through cancer treatment? Especially with no reassurance that, as it usually happens...
Yesterday Husband and I went to the Whitney Museum in NYC. In this period the Whitney is having the 2006 Biennial, which is titled Day for Night in homage to François Truffaut’s movie La Nuit américaine. Some of the pieces were outrageous (a large virginal white canvas with piece of dirty chewing gum splattered...
