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Yelp
I am perplexed why I keep on writing. I associate to Krishnamurti who was asked by a disciple, if you will, why he continued his teaching after so many decades, given that most people had heard his message and did not change. He answered that a rose has to give off its essence. I like that. I write because I write, no more, no less. It may be that there is nothing else for me, or for me to do as I look about the world. I am not materiallyrewarded. I have no fans or fame to speak of. I see something of my intent…
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I Just Realized
Reading Freud of late has reawakened, I suppose, the dormant analytic tools I used as a psychotherapist. It has me thinking along intentions, conscious and unconscious, motives, illusions and delusions, guilt and conscience or superego. In that light it dawned on me that most of the stories I’ve been writing of late for my next book are told from the first person. As I have said in earlier blogs, one of which was published online by David Herrle, editor of subtletea.com I favor the immediacy of that point of view. However, as I look at it again perhaps, without being self-serving, we humans…
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Glut and Loathing in Las Vegas
Usually one blog a week is enough for me as I need the aquifer to refresh itself; however, today’s adventure has proven otherwise. I took Jane to an auction which is relatively new to her. It was advertised as an auction brought about by the divorce of a “prominent” attorney. In past years the auctions I went to usually sold job lots — a box of tools in which one might find one good tool; dishes; ceramics; odds and ends, an occasional print and so forth. We spent a hot Nevada Sunday indoors. We went there for the experience and not…