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Repetition

Flannery O’Connor called it the habit of art, the practice of sitting down daily to write and develop an idea that is never precisely the same. What about the repetition of winter days – of the winter blahs? I was speaking to someone today who told me that she went home with a six pack of beer and cigarettes and even the simple pleasure of cracking open a cold can of beer and lighting up…

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Playtime

Last night one of Tin’s favorite babysitters came to watch him while we went to a dinner party. She was still enthusiastic about a game that her friend had put together last weekend, where she and her friends spent four hours going from thing to thing they had to do – making a stranger brush your teeth, walking someone’s dog, and all sorts of (for a teen) outlandish things. Listening to her excitement just made…

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The lists

I am a notorious list maker and I’m trying to stop it. But today I sent a list of things to do to some people visiting here for the first time and it was sort of ridiculous. Take this one night on February 17th – an ordinary Thursday right? Luke Winslow King playing at Three Muses, Jon Cleary at DBA and the Stooges Brass Band at HiHo. And of course that competes with Vaughn’s with…

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Ode to wood

My writing table is so beautiful, I could only hope that anything I write on it would approach its beauty. Here is a shot of the top before it was assembled  – this is a piece of bookmatch walnut (split down the middle) – just gorgeous. My neighbor is a wood artisan and collects gorgeous pieces of wood and then makes beautiful pieces of furniture. You should see the pecan table he made for their…

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Mother Earth

End of last week, I was walking through the park on a lovely day and the ducks were fucking like mad. All I could think was more ducks. Because come spring there would be ducklings galore from all this carrying on. Well today, I saw nasturtiums in one neighbor’s yard and daffodils in another. What goes on? Is it spring already? Sure enough I had been thinking about the groundhog and what he saw and…

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The Tao #9

Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill. Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt. Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench. Care about people’s approval and you will be their prisoner. Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity.

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