What seems obvious now was previously masquerading as a dazzling epiphany.

As illustrated by the perhaps inevitable yet mercifully slight mortification that attends self-critiques after a job interview, there is considerable lag time between the opportunity to speak and the realization of what one perhaps ought have said. Current example: I realized that my overarching blog title quite obviously promises two things, one of which I’ve…

Written words are useless until the closing of the inspiration loop.

In L.A. on Skid Row, a project called Street Symphony, composed of homeless musicians alongside professional players, has developed a tradition of playing Handel’s Messiah around the holidays.  In the article I read (New Yorker, Jan 1 issue), the author muses about how the language surrounding spiritual epiphany and redemption can so often sound corny…