As children, we spend a lot of time pretending to be other people. It’s how we figure out how the world works. We start by pretending to be mommy or daddy. Then we expand to the grocer, the doctor, firefighters, police, nurses, veterinarians, schoolteachers, and rockstars. As we get older, our worldview expands, and we include more […]
My house is a fekkin disaster area. Pretty much all the time. And apparently I like it that way, because if I didn’t I would do something about it. I have a lot of interests, and not quite enough house for them all to fit into nicely. It has ever been thus. Michael also has
Several people around me are writing songs, composing music, writing poetry, much of it seemingly spontaneous, and I’m . . . not. A wee little part of me leftover from decades ago is just a bit rattled, because creativity is part of my identity, part of who I believe I am. If I’m not creating,
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For a culture so obsessed with music, we sure don’t play much of it. This appears to be largely a Western thing, and possibly overwhelmingly an American thing. We are surrounded by a near-continuous stream of music, from the radios in our cars to the canned music at the grocery store, gas station and coffee
