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Oct.25.2010
I spent the day in a conference room today.  What I noticed right away was what I also noticed at the talk given by Charles Cramer a couple of days ago.  That is, most of the attendees - nearly all Baby Boomers - looked like they were gettin' up in years, a little long in the tooth.  The subject...
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Oct.24.2010
If you were placed into a round, smooth interior that is approximately 10 feet in diameter, a room with no color, no angles and no obvious way out, what would you do?   It's silent, there are no windows, no seams that are visible in the opaque sides and you are alone.  You are wearing street...
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Oct.23.2010
There were two times when I encountered a camera for the very first time, and then there was a third.  I stood looking down at my hands and what was in them, in the middle of a morning, outdoors on our gopher-ruined lawn.  I realized I had a Kodak Brownie camera with film inside of it, loaned...
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Oct.23.2010
Between raindrops I looked for dahlias but found chrysanthemums at the Farmer's Market. It was pleasing to see the season coming on.  The beauty all around got me thinking about autumn flavors.  Gourds, squashes, nuts and root vegetables captured my eye, colors glowing in the midmorning light,...
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Oct.22.2010
The ocean far and wide was cast in shades of silver, a reflected light that looked hollow and soft. Cirrus streaks spread a molten metal arch from heaven east and west, and bits of it dripped to boat masts and mooring lines in the harbor.  Circling gulls were silent, touched by glints and...
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Oct.20.2010
I kick off the covers, roll to my side and sit up, feel every joint and muscle begin a chorus of complaints.  When I stand up, which is more a slow-motion conflict between gravity and body parts trying to resist, a memory of a long-ago yoga class slithers through my mind and exits with a dark look...
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Oct.19.2010
A man stood in the shallow stream bed of Canyon de Chelley, listening.  Around him were craggy sunblasted canyon walls, cottonwoods standing with leaves like golden coins and softly gurgling water.  There was a sound of distant rumbling that grew and grew.  He glanced up at the royal blue sky and...
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Oct.16.2010
  What struck me about the day today?   That artists and writers spend a lot of time retrieving the tangible from a fuzzy nothingness, a place that's not visible to anyone but themselves.  That they see what's there so vividly the act of creating is more one of pushing away the material from...
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Oct.16.2010
After I pumped the gas at the station, I went inside to pay with cash.  Two men stood in front of me, one very short and the one closest to the counter very tall. The clerk smiled at everyone automatically, and she had long bangs dangling down across her face.  I wanted to snip them shorter so...
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Oct.14.2010
How odd.  The laundry is all clean again, but there are five socks without  partners.  The hampers are empty, the floor is picked up. He and I wore two socks apiece, each day, one pair at a time every day, but now there are three white socks and two dark ones that don't match anything else.   It...
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Oct.13.2010
    When nothing becomes something, does god laugh?  Emergence and change are constants in nature, artifacts of forces and substances intermingling in a dance that sets its own pace regardless of our observance. A stone grew teeth, or seemed to when I saw it.  Big laughing teeth jutting...
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Oct.11.2010
I knew the Giants had a lead in the series against the Braves and would either win it tonight or be tied and have to return to San Francisco to play again with Tim Lincecum pitching there Thursday.  I watched the last three innings.  I don't watch baseball much, but I've been reading the sports...
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Oct.10.2010
I heard a small bird calling this morning as I was waking up, a sweet plaintive call that seemed to echo and trill the very song of life.  I remember long ago, hearing the same calling birdsong on dewey mornings in fall.  The cats, who lived outside all the time, would ignore them in favor of...
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Oct.10.2010
I was invited to help celebrate the 65th birthday of Dr. Lauren Artress, author of Walking The Sacred Path, a seminal book about labyrinths.  I joined about 70 of her friends and supporters, many whom had come from distant states, during an evening of festivities held at Grace Cathedral.  We had a...
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Oct.06.2010
In my own special way, I began an effort to train for my upcoming trip to Hawaii in November:  I saw a can of Spam in my cupboard (long story), opened it,  cooked it up with some pineapple and ate it.  Now I'm ready.   A bit of poetry appears on the side of the Spam can where a Spam Quesadilla...
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