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My new hero.

Last week, Fox News “discovered” actor Geoffrey Owens, who had been on the Cosby Show, working as a cashier in a Trader Joe’s. Fox did a predicticably nasty little piece. They picked on the wrong guy. First of all, the … Continue reading

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Woodstock revisited.

I have a whole lot of thoughts about the Olympics (among them, if ski jumping is amazing, which it is, then snowboard big air (which is ski jumping with a snowboard where you turn corkscrews in the air while you … Continue reading

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Small miracles.

It has been a day. I had to have a minor diagnostic procedure this morning, after which I was going up to San Francisco to meet a friend to go see the Walker Evans exhibit at SFMoMA. As I was … Continue reading

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“Against one perfect moment, the centuries beat in vain.” Sir Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time. A wood bench on a sidewalk overlooking La Jolla Cove. Seventy-one-degree weather. Warm late afternoon California sun and a cool gentle Pacific breeze. Toddlers and teens … Continue reading

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Who?

I have not been a Dr. Who fan all my life. I first saw the series during the beginning of the Fourth Doctor, when the Rocket Scientist and I would go to his parents for Sunday dinner (they would give … Continue reading

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Gaudi.

Every so often there comes an artist who changes how you think about art, about the world, about life. Artists whose works were beloved when they were alive and artists who were only appreciated after they were dead. Leonardo, Cervantes, … Continue reading

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Barcelona

Traveling in Europe has challenges for someone like me who has an impossibly hard time with languages other than English. And in Barcelona, I not only don’t know one language, I don’t know two. When I was growing up, I … Continue reading

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