I’m no hermit, but I sympathize with the monkish way of life: highly away from chaotic city life below. Love of solitude may have mystiqu...

I know the name of very few varieties of flowers, but I’m some- times fascinated that a field of the same variety of flower—or a flow...

Really. “Yeah, but haven’t you worn out the story through so many sentimentalist postings in earlier years? Get over it.” I did. That’s...

In the relay odyssey of life, I happily slowed my trek to bring you along, Linda. We sailed together awhile. You fell behind. I slowed my...

The origin of the following (far below here) bit of dialogue from some years ago has a history which is two degrees of separation from me: ...

Mar. 6 Last night, I streamed “The Handmaiden” (2016) which is amazing—and thanks to the stop-and-start option of streaming, one can be su...

1970: I graduated from university, living in an urban commune, doing mescaline (with “In Search of the Lost Chord” between my ears), readin...