The power of music
This afternoon I had an operation in which the doctor grafted tissue from my palate to the gums around my…
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We ride at dawn!
During this past week of waiting for them to finish the g-d count of votes, a cynical line from Mark…
Mr Ken
The last time I posted about Philly Thrive at the beginning of August, it was shortly after the victory in…
Things happen in Philadelphia.
And they’re not all bad. Yesterday, Thursday, October 1, 2020, the Nonviolent Medicaid Army marched down Broad Street in center…
Baghdad Binge
During these months of living as a somewhat/sometimes hermit, I’ve tried to limit my stream watching to an hour or…
Big man on campus.
Labor Day is ending, along with this strange summer. This is the first September in more than 20 years that…
Words hurt, especially when you can’t find them
Joan Didion called it the “vortex effect,” the sudden overwhelming grief triggered by a memory. After ten years that feeling…
May all beings meet with good fortune
I wonder if the Buddha was thinking of birds when he gave his enigmatic advice. Rain pours down on the…
Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war
When I was a young boy in the 1950s, I often saw this picture on “public service” advertisements on buses…
Sometimes you win some.
In what seems like a lifetime ago, back at the beginning of February before the pandemic lockdown, I wrote about…