Reflections on a dying Summer Today is a day of mourning, for all those who died twelve years ago, for all those who died or were maimed in the years that followed since, sacrificed on the altars of folly, greed and bigotry. We will never forget. We will continue to pray for your souls. The world … Continue reading #WritersWednesday: September 11, 2013
Photographers, share an image that says MEMORY.
Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood. I bought this hand-wash at the supermarket, it appealed to me: tea-tree oil and coal tar fragrance... Coal tar... As I washed my hands it came back to me, through a mist of memories, … Continue reading Daily Prompt: The Transporter
“You get towards the end of life - no, not life itself, but of something else: the end of the likelihood of change in that life. You are allowed a long moment to pause, time enough to ask the question: what else have I done wrong?” ~ Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending I … Continue reading #amreading: The Sense of an Ending, by Julian Barnes
A touch of nostalgia? 1957? Well, I was ten! Bless (the World was young then)…
I remember… way back when I was in my senior seminar class for sociology, well we had to write so freakin’ much. And for the entire last semester of my last year of undergraduate we had to write four papers a week with I think 2500 words a piece, and this was due every friday. We had to write on topics that applied to the books that we were reading, and that meant well pretty close to everything under the universal sun you could write about. I think I wrote about the social masks that we wear, as well as the sociological imagination and social Machiavellian theory that was applied to the everyday social actor. You know things like that, just arm-chair theory to what you thought you knew back then. Many of the papers were in my opinion mind-blowing, but really when I think about it, most people without even a…
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