Joyce’s bodhisattva on Bloomsday
Amid all this busy-ness, round and round, only one thing to say, in honor of Joyce's bodhisattva, that hero of basic goodness: Happy Bloomsday.
Amid all this busy-ness, round and round, only one thing to say, in honor of Joyce's bodhisattva, that hero of basic goodness: Happy Bloomsday.
A roundabout discussion in the rain with a friend who is passing in the street early this morning as I head to another day at the office. The subject of structure (or lack thereof) is addressed somewhere in the middle, or perhaps it is the end. We agree on the merits of structure in relation [...]
Afternoon is hot and lazy. Breezes rise and fall almost imperceptibly. I'm surfing it, mildly. There's a wedding party honking up a ruckus in the street, then a fire truck, a bus, a car in reverse, a woman with big headphones ambling along the sidewalk. Each has its sound and its silence. Almost imperceptibly. Louise [...]
"As a species, we must embrace the oneness of humanity as we face global issues like pandemics, economic crises and ecological disaster. At that scale, our response must be as one.'' This is the Dalai Lama, addressing the necessity of harmony among the world's diverse "faiths" or religions. An important message that transcends faith and [...]
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In the Métro this late afternoon, a woman with two small children approaches and asks something of me. It's crowded, hot, I can't hear what she says, not even sure she's speaking French. I assume she wants money, and reach in my bag for my wallet. No, no, she says, I don't want money - [...]
A fabulous, marvelous, splendidly curvaceous spring day and I can't remember what caught my attention in the paper this morning, early, over weak green tea. I recall the birdsong, though, and the clear sunlight with specks of the world in the rays. I remember now. That's what Hugo said about glory: It is sun and [...]
One day, Charlie Chaplin and Albert Einstein were standing together before a crowd that was applauding them. "Do you know why they are applauding us?" Einstein asked Chaplin. "You, it's because everyone understands you. Me, it's because no one understands me." I love this story. We applaud what we "understand" and we applaud what we [...]
Yawning now at the end of the day. What went on during all these hours, from morning until night? I suppose it was what is often called "a day like any other." And yet, a long phone conversation with a dear friend was today, not any other day. A visit to the computer repairman was [...]
I come upon a headline in the morning newspaper indicating that Facebook is a closed circuit, unlike the vast openness of the greater Web. Not being a Facebook "member" (or should I say "friend"?), I wouldn't know. Hum... exactly the point... Perhaps I'll have to read the article under the headline. Meanwhile, it's the morning [...]
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