So far, this winter has been bad news for doorscurrsions in New England. Between rain, snow, ice, ice, ice and cold, the barriers to leisure photography have been many. Last week, I was in Hartford for a haircut. I leave much earlier than I have to, because I want to make sure I am on... Continue Reading →
During a long conversation with my friend Tom, he rattled off today’s one-liner. He was quick to point out that he didn’t make it up, adding that he didn’t know who did. Since I had never heard it before, it will always be Tom I associate this with this bit of wisdom: “People don't care... Continue Reading →
This weekend saw an odd convergence of ideas in my area of space. First off, on Friday, I was talking to one of my favorite people about all things data, analytics and marketing. He gave me what I think will be my one-liner for Wednesday (unless something better comes along), and we laughed and marveled... Continue Reading →
If you’ve been to the No Facilities bar before, you won’t be surprised to find a good fit between our two main characters and Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘critic(al).’ Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!” If we were having a... Continue Reading →
When I participate in this wonderful blogfest, I usually try to find a subject area in which I have some experience, or some insightful position from which to anchor my thoughts. That limits me to a small number of subjects. I’m not trying to be funny, it’s just a fact. Sometimes, when I have an... Continue Reading →
For the past two weeks, I’ve been sharing doors from the towns of Lexington and Burlington, Massachusetts. As you might expect, I took pictures of more doors than I shared. Accordingly, I have some leftovers to share today. The door I chose to feature is the West School in Burlington. Originally one of four one-room... Continue Reading →
February seems bound and determined to make sure we understand that it is part of winter. Not the month before spring. Not the gateway to the pasture where March will come in like a lamb. Winter. “I am Winter!” Yeah, yeah, Febs, we get it. Most every nice-weather day, two coworkers and I walk for... Continue Reading →
Saturday’s post about the book “Ocean Station” had originally been scheduled for today. It’s not like it caught me off-guard (no pun intended), as I made the decision to tell that story from the bar the previous week. That’s how it goes with SoCS, you say something, and you get committed and if you edit... Continue Reading →
Dan, the other Dan. The west coast Dan, speaking on the subject of literature. Hey, he used to be a teacher, so…
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Tolstoy , at least , I can understand . He didn’t like Shakespeare much , I guess , and that gives him a few points in my book . Shakespeare I can understand , too , mostly . It’s not his fault that he lived so long ago . That is , before the world spoke American . Shakespeare’s not as bad as that guy G . Chaucer , who wrote great stuff albeit indecipherably . He calls , after all , a daisy a ‘day’s eye’ , for Pete’s sake !
James Joyce ! Now there was a writer’s writers’ writer ! There’s a guy who knows his letters . And his words . His words , for sure , made up and designed for intellectual impact , I guess . And he’s Irish , too . That gives him a few extra points in my book . But…
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