Silent periods
I always remember going “Whoa! Wow!” the first time I read that there was more than one infinity. In fact,…
I always remember going “Whoa! Wow!” the first time I read that there was more than one infinity. In fact,…
A teenager I knew hated to practice so much that she would skip the rests marked on the score to…
People have a lot to say about silence. That much is obvious after a week of searching on the term….
One of my happiest experiences of silence took place in a rural area of Kenya, 180 miles north of Nairobi….
I think that I’ve read more about the compositions of John Cage than I’ve actually listened. Of course, there’s not…
As much as I try, some ideas just keep eluding me. Perhaps I should pay more attention to the frequent…
One of life’s mysteries is why some memories stick with us and some don’t. I’m not talking about the memories…
The title of Carlo Rovelli’s latest book hooked me in. There are places in the world where rules are less…
In a recent episode of the Rocco Schiavone detective series, the medical examiner addresses the corpse of a murder victim…
Last Sunday I went to a Bach Cantata Fest performed by the Dryden Ensemble at the Miller Chapel in Princeton…