Ah, America. Our election came and went, and I just barely evaded a full fledged panic attack. Not as good as I’d hoped, nor as bad as I’d feared. I am sorry and disappointed that we the people seem so predictably split by “party,” while the very wealthy merrily and largely unchecked go about despoiling…
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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…
Recalibrating mood is much like choosing to be merciful.
Since my sadfest yesterday, I realized that I could spy a bit on some of my job applications, and so learned that they are still in review. Though January, the prime time for academic interviews, careens to a close, I shall be honest in acknowledging that it isn’t yet official that I haven’t been selected…
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…
Insight/Outfit of the Day 