Fourth Law of Motion
I have discovered a new force in the universe, which I call anti-mass. It accounts for the disappearance of anything that gets dropped.
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.”
I have discovered a new force in the universe, which I call anti-mass. It accounts for the disappearance of anything that gets dropped.
“God Makes the Rivers to Flow” by Eknath Easwaran The title tells you everything you need to know.
Evanston RoundTable, Feb. 27, 2014 In 1975 Gerald Ford was president, a gallon of gas cost 57 cents and full-year tuition and board at Northwestern
Evanston RoundTable, Feb. 27, 2014 Handicapping the Oscars is a hazardous affair. Personal friendships, political correctness, mega-bucks marketing campaigns and even lack of time –
Schnugle Pronunciation: SCHNOO-gle, rhymes with kugal Meaning: Verb 1. To hug naked 2. (used “with benefits,” as in “schnugling with benefits”): naked hugging that goes
Worst thing about recreational drugs is not that they make you stupid but that they make you feel good about feeling stupid.
Listen to your heart, it beats in threes.
Fast bifurcated threes with the third beat silent.
Thump, thump, _________.
Thump, thump, _________.
Thump, thump, _________.
The missing beat: what goes there?
Is it the heart poised, in recovery,
collecting itself
for another surge,
a tidal bath of blood?
But that’s too mechanical, too metronomical.
On seeing Ibsen’s “Hedda Gabler”: What I enjoyed most about it was trying to figure out why I disliked it so much.
Kick your feet up while you can, because before long you won’t be able to lift them off the floor.