Nothing ever dies And no one is more alive, Than your severe and ironic rhymes. In blind man's darkness I seek my tunnel reddened by distant lights; I don't see the righteous Neither do I look behind. What can I do but advance, Given no light, though gifted a guide. A guide who took me… Continue reading In memoriam J.B.
This evening I feel myself one of the millions trying to reconcile their dreams with a blank page. The real surprise grown- ups face every year, this is it: a book crammed with multiple genres that opens one page a day. The main catch is that no one promised the surprise to be a… Continue reading Reconciliation
"Santa exists, but he definitely doesn't bring presents!" - I was all of a sudden struck by the philosophical repercussions from this remark of an 11 year-old student of mine. What a way to rephrase the eternal grown-up complaint of existence! And then, suddenly, in a typically adult postscriptum of self-doubt: "He exists, doesn't he?"… Continue reading Of Santa, Kids, and Astrophysics
As a performing classical musician, I've often wondered - is the lack of our listeners a problem of the post-iron age, or that of parenting, or its' larger unit- society, or is it insensitivity all around that's killing us, or maybe - wait! Let's for a moment stop putting the blame on everyone (this illness of… Continue reading Music Outside of Caste
Exactly what I’ve been thinking about for the last few years. Let’s remember how much easier life used to be -what, 5 years ago?
My friends’ 2 year olds can’t live without I phones and tablets- what’s next? However horrible that sounds, either a generation of terminators, or WW3.
The following video takes an almost comical approach to this subject, but there is not one thing I find amusing about this subject.
We are raising up generation after generation of illiterate, culturally/artistically dead nincompoops who cannot carry on an intelligent conversation (or intelligent anything) with another human being, and by conversation, I do not mean abbreviated text-messaging with two thumbs:
The “Look Up Experiment”: Kids So Obliviously Lost in Their iPads, Their Families Were Swapped at Dinner Without Them Noticing
SEPTEMBER 9, 2016 | MELISSA DYKES | THE DAILY SHEEPLE
Wow. This says a lot about the Brave New World we are steadily marching into these days.
This “experiment” is an ad for the yet-to-be-released Dolmio Pepper Hacker, a sneaky gadget that looks like a harmless pepper grinder but actually cuts the WIFI signals at the dinner table so parents can bring their tech addicted children…
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Five years ago today, I made my way home across 8000 km of sky, land, and ocean. I'd been away for 12 years. I sat suspended, tasting the feel of Time on my lips, looking down at retreating lands veiling a future being minutely drawn over with dense cloud coverage. I was but a somnambulist… Continue reading The Fifth Anniversary
What do you think of the famous questions dating back to 19th century Salons of Paris, later given the name of the Proust Questionnaire? Marcel Proust, the great author of the 7-volume life-long work "In Search of Lost Time" had answered similar questions twice, however without any part in their invention or wording. I sit, thinking,… Continue reading Proust Questionnaire
"Life is worth living, even in a prison cell" said Artur Rubinstein. These words had always caused conflicting emotions in me. While believing in their completely unhypocritical power, it had always escaped me how they're possible in hard core reality. "Life is worth living, even in a prison cell". A strong and demanding statement which few… Continue reading P.S. on Joseph Brodsky’s ‘In Praise of Boredom’
“My house cannot have wheels!” I yelled at my husband, after another long day of looking at apartments in LA and coming up with nothing. We had spent a good 2 months searching for the perfect place… Source: Life Begins At The End of Your Comfort Zone
Autumn Isn't dreary, autumn isn't a maid grown old. Autumn is a maid stripped bare. By rain, by wind, by human hand. Undressed. Left to live with bare essentials. Only thus, she shall come to know the bare essence of things. And waiting for new times she will praise these. What she's waiting for is… Continue reading A thought on Autumn