Culture Shock
Time travel is always intriguing, but it doesn’t teach us much about ourselves. We’d learn a great deal more if we could propel a few cave people to the present.
It is a vanity project and a writing closet, a treasure chest for news, views and reviews.
More prosaically, it provides a store house for my writing. Some of it is quirky – poems, sayings and asides. There are movie and book reviews, profiles and other articles from my past and present sojourn as a journalist. Plus my new book — The Dream Machine: A Novel of Future Past!
A thrilling, highly imaginative and tautly written journey back in time to find “the tool to unrule” a post-American fascism.
“Brilliant,” says National Book Award winner and MacArthur Genius Fellow Charles Johnson of “The Dream Machine: A Novel of Future Past.”
“A great tale, brilliantly told,” says violist and international recording artist Roger Chase. “There are surprises on every page, and the end, which comes only too soon, is a coda of marvelous drama, invention and imagination.”
Time travel is always intriguing, but it doesn’t teach us much about ourselves. We’d learn a great deal more if we could propel a few cave people to the present.
Lerner Newspapers, 1976 This was the second of a three-part article profiling instrument makers in the Chicago area. The other two were violin maker Franz Kinberg and
Even under the worst circumstances, it is possible to prove oneself the master of fate, even if it is only to show grace and perseverance in handling
Evanston RoundTable, July 17, 2014 Two little houses with one big mission have recently appeared in Northwest Evanston. The houses, about the size of a
North Shore Weekend, July 5, 2014 To sleep, perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub: too many of us aren’t sleeping. According to the Institute
The body’s propensity to grow must be very strong indeed if kids can double in size in 15 years on a steady diet of Pepsi, pizza
We are of course products of our genes, our environment and our upbringing. But we are not captive to them. The human capacity for growth
Acceptance of, even contentment with aging, rather than raging against the dying of the light, is the gift the old give the young.
Magnificent in scope, ever-changing and free as the air, passing clouds are an art form with only one requirement: look up to the sky. To