Professional talk today is all about networking. Plug in and presto! You are live! A vibrant node slotted neatly into a living network connecting throbbing Billions. And it’s all out there for you? Think again. Continue reading
Every oppressive power structure seduces its sufferers into believing in an oversimplified salvation. So East German writer Christa Wolf may be excused for getting it wrong. Continue reading
Now that Google has gotten a rap on the knuckles, what does that say about us Street Viewers? Continue reading
A dog precipitates a personal confrontation between the masses and me. I didn’t come off too well. Continue reading
I don’t mind if an author’s opinion differs from my own. What hurts is when “scholarly” articles impoverish the reader. When so rich a topic as joy is stripped, the vandalism must be pointed out. Continue reading
Adults may slink away from the present moment to rush off to the next while regretting the last. But it wasn’t always so. The sight of two witches in the twilight of a chill April morning recalled a time, so long ago, when the fourth dimension revealed itself as one long golden moment. Continue reading
When a good friend passes on, you can’t help but reflect on their life and burdens. My special friend had shared with me his many frustrations and woes throughout the years. He indeed had many crosses to bear, the greatest of which was, as it is with so many of us, I suspect, just being himself. Continue reading
A lowly tenant successfully initiated and ingeniously sustained a vigorous engagement in class warfare with her upstairs neighbor, a property owner of great might, a man, you see, who owned his apartment. Continue reading
I don’t mean hurry to get dessert, but to save Rush Limbaugh for dessert. Most will demur, preferring a compote, mousse, or a raspberry bombe. Common sense dictates so meaty a morsel as Rush be trussed and mounted on a spit. Continue reading
Oh, the woes I experienced trying to knock off despite the sounds my most dear one was making, who had fallen asleep first. Yes, soul mate, sweetheart, or roommate, they all share one disastrous characteristic: they breathe in their sleep. To get some shut-eye, I resorted to desperate measures. Continue reading