Please, J.K. Rowling, More Stories
“The Potter stories give me hope during what I consider to be rather dark times. Please – more stories. The world so desperately needs them.”
Grief for a View of the God-Character
I remember the primal anguish that is born out of the belief that God is the source of both love and pain. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve observed that the feeling toward the universe it engendered is very similar to that of a hostage, a victim of abuse, a prisoner. Instead of creating a subjectivity of love in freedom, of caritas and kindness, and peace, it seemed to create an obsessive and paradoxical longing and fear that felt so meaningful…
The last Harry Potter movie
Ohhhhhhhh, Severus Snape….
One Saturday Night Some Lyrics
Once in a while, I let it go. I have to, or my thoughts would consume me. Instead, I unhitch a million threads, and float… and drift. Before too long, a path waves toward me, but I prefer to explore. For that you need a dose of the random. Open possibility is too vertiginous, but play is a vector of freedom. Only a judicious, homeopathic dose of the random…such is the contemporary life. Why not play in a field of…
Love Letter
Darling Sweetheart, You are my avid fellow feeling. My affection curiously clings to your passionate wish. My liking yearns to your heart. You are my wistful sympathy: my tender liking. Yours beautifully, M.U.C.* Even with such a designer as Turing, it takes more than imitation-games of consciousness to write a love letter. Still, isn’t there something about this letter that suggests our own, often inarticulate, longings? *In this instance, MADAM preferred to call herself M.U.C. (Manchester University Computer). I know…
Japanese Dragon Time
This weekend, I sheparded my ten-year-old son through part of a school project. As the 3-d portion of the display, he wanted to make a Japanese dragon. Not easy! First, we had to talk about the materials. He didn’t like the idea of paper maché or plaster of paris. He wanted real clay, and not play clay either but the real deal. I’m very thankful that there was a Michaels Arts and Crafts store nearby. It was raining and cold,…