Birthing was easy. Well, I mean, it wasn’t easy easy. But it was easy. Pregnancy was easy. There was a time limit to pregnancy and birthing, and it’s pretty fixed and universal. This is how the body works in that regard. Expect this. Breathe like that. Push now. Baby. And there were a million books…
on how an academic changes a musician
Mira, Where is the place that you get lost? Is it the stopped horn bit—the fourteen notes with a distant, pinched, buzzy sound, and then the normal horn tone returns? Then there’s a phrase, then a restatement of the second big line of the piece, then the climb to the ending? I’m doing musicology on…
of gummy-worms and caterpillar tales
I have two very strong images in my head from when Precious Daughter was a wild young thing of maybe two-ish. Actually, there are more images of course, but these two have been haunting me lately. They remain vivid without photographic reminders of these little moments. Scene One, which is the earlier Kodak moment of…
daily kaddish
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a kaddish for everybody i have eaten
While I was running along Skyline with Kjersten tonight, I got to thinking about how I’m actually thinking about taking a pheasant-hunting lesson in November. To kill animals for the sake of my animal. I am perplexed.
of gummy-worms and larger creatures
Michael Pollan has been eloquent in his appeal that we change our eating and growing habits. He sums it all up in seven syllables — not quite a koan, nor haiku either, but nevertheless giving off the impression of a wise and ancient teaching: eat foodnot too muchmostly plants A modest proposal from a modest…
daily kaddish: on ritual’s tyrannies and blessings
a kaddish in two-part harmony – I wasn’t in the mood to make yesterday’s Kaddish, but honoring my promise to keep a ritual brought blessings I couldn’t have thought to desire
we dying dogs
Sometimes we just slow down and stop. And that’s it. We’re done. That’s what happened today at Funston, heading back from the cliffside trail. This woman’s dogs were going just nuts as she tried to protect one between her legs who was just plain done. It was like she was paralyzed there, not paying attention…
daily kaddish: in which the musician responds to all this brilliance with a straightforward attempt to play the damned notes
I was all set to play a nice, meditative Kaddish this afternoon when technology decided to mess with me. It took me an hour of fiddling just to get the program to launch so I could record my dulcet tones for you. After all that, I was in no mood to be prayerful. But here…