Mark Heard’s song “Nod Over Coffee” has been playing in my head since I read about the consequences of the invention of the minute hand in Adam Frank’s book, About Time . I clocked in for my nine hours at the computer store today and clocked out tired and
On my first day of Spring Break, I worked in the garden pruning trees and pulling up weeds and then went with Ginger to a relatively new coffee shop, Straw Valley Café, to sip and read for awhile. We walked into a little coffee shop and found it opened up
Spring Break began today for my school, along with many schools in our area. Usually it begins on Easter weekend, but this year they scheduled it earlier, which has thrown off my calendar a bit. The best news is I will get to play catch up a little in the
yeah, I’m talking to me you, too – and anyone who never had to worry about being followed stopped or accused because of our skin who never thought twice about a hoodie making us a threat listen right now we need to listen don’t speak of what the boy
Writing about time -- and finishing up with Tom Waits -- has sent me in search of time songs. Today I offer a soundtrack to pass the time. Bruce Cockburn opens the set with "Lovers in a Dangerous Time." John Mellencamp continues: "Save Some Time to Dream." An
Lent is almost over and I am just now digging into the stack of books I got for Christmas. The one on the top of the heap was About Time: Cosmology and Culture at the Twilight of the Big Bang by Adam Frank. Ginger gave it to me because she
love is the opening doorlove is what we came here forno one can offer you moredo you know what I meanhave your eyes really seen -- Lesley Duncan, “Love Song” Lesley Duncan’s lyrics came back to find me today (I know the song because of Elton John’s cover on
when it rains like this I wish for my old vinyl records and the songs that seep back into my heart like water into our basement its something other than mere melancholy or even memory the melodies have worn rivers in my heart whose beds grow dry from time to
Last night as we were getting ready for the Cocoa Cinnamon tasting, Leon had a plastic bottle filled with sand from the Sahara he had brought home from time spent in Tunisia and Morocco. He poured some into a brass Turkish coffee pot and let us touch it. The sand
Many years ago, I wrote a song that began, "Here's another picture of love . . . " Tonight, we added several more photographs to that album as Areli and Leon from Cocoa Cinnamon did a coffee, tea, and chocolate tasting at our house as a way of preparing us
First Fig My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light! -- Edna St. Vincent Millay I have kept my practice of a Lenten journal now for many years. This, however, is the first year
In my post yesterday I quoted from Bruce Springsteen’s keynote address at South-by- Southwest, which I would like to repeat: The purity of human expression and experience is not confined – there’s no pure way of doing it; there’s just doing it . . . . At the end of the