I’m the first to admit it: I haven’t Timothy’s stomach for “watch the opposition so they can’t surprise you.” I’ve avoided watching the revisionist history show that is apparently this year’s Republican National Convention. Instead, I read the day-after analysis, and have talked with the few people of my acquaintance …
Political campaigns often seek to cast the candidate as a person of power, intellect and experience. (In the case of Trump, these were less important than presenting him as a person with wealth.) They rarely emphasize humble beginnings, personal sorrows or a modest nature. But after three years of the …
Timothy and I were closely allied political wonks. (I won’t say junkies, because it was candidates’ policies we were more interested in than fistfights between politicians.) We often watched the Democratic National Convention online together, as well as debates, campaign news, & etc & etc. I was therefore thrilled to …
I’ve always been fond of the Magritte painting titled “Ceci n’est pas une pipe.” Aside from its entertaining Surrealist street-cred, I like the phrase because I can apply it in my head to so many things that are not what they appear. This afternoon, I formulated a new non-equivalence. ≠ …
Last night, I found myself on my first after-dinner walk in a decade, likely more. I’d skipped lunch entirely — a slice of Gouda and two water crackers don’t count — and wanted to eat a meal that often-times gives me indigestion no matter how much I enjoy it. What …
