Less Curious

The Crazy Horse Memorial is a mountain sculpture in the Black Hills of South Dakota. It was started in 1948 and is far from finished. The generations long project will be, if completed, the world’s largest sculpture. But I wonder, if the man who helped start the project, Korczak Ziolkowski, is anything like me. I wonder if a vision of the mountain’s potential kept him up at night and if his mind…

You are What You Eat

The school year has begun and thus, the measuring of my academic aptitude.

Personally, I like to think I am in charge of my performance in class. I imagine myself in control of most aspects of my life and acquired talents. Believing that the harder I try, the better I’ll become.

However, each of us must come to terms with the science of fate. In other words:

genetics, heredity, semblances and…

  Panoramic of interior of Doster’s cabin. Most items were salvaged, found, or gifted

“Snoopy” the dog sniffs around a wintery trough that in the summer is used as a strawberry patch. Doster grows a fair amount of his own food

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The vegetable gardens still has some frozen remnants of kale. Doster is an artist and has converted the larger barn in the background to a studio where he paints and…

You are What you Eat: How an Idiom Became Science

The school year has begun and thus, the measuring of my academic aptitude.

Personally, I like to think I am in charge of my performance in class. I imagine myself in control of most aspects of my life and acquired talents. Believing that the harder I try, the better I’ll become.

However, each of us must come to terms with the science of fate. In other words:

genetics, heredity, semblances and…

Connections : Adventures in Biopsychology

No one knows what they are doing. I am under the impression that life is just one elaborate experiment. I like when people make discoveries that they think will be of use to the rest of us and write these discoveries down in the form of self-help books. What else can you do with your life besides try and figure it all out? It is remarkable to me how if one heads down any rabbit hole in the…

Do you really want to touch her? You hesitated then took her hands and looked into the years that she had never encountered.  She said, “Hush.”  You watched her.  She restrained a wince.  You waited. She held her chest.  She opened her mouth and began to breathe.  She closed her eyes.  You waited.  At last her eyes opened and she said,  “Why can I see?” Do you know?

In your childhood it all made a weird kind of sense. Gone now. Flat. As a child I was all right. Sugar solved a lot of problems. Later, I had an idea. I waited, then waited. Admit it. You're waiting too.