The Broken Spring

In the strange miasma of death, illness and general unpleasantness that has pervaded my year so far, this blog has gotten cast aside. Too much turmoil has kinked my thoughts to such a degree that they’ve been impossible to untangle, even with a nice written word or two.  Earlier in the year, my neighborhood at … More The Broken Spring

Everything’s New

I continue to figure out my blog in the pleasant little backwater that is my corner of the internet. I’m hoping to be a more constant correspondent in the new year, even if I’m only writing letters to myself. It was an odd holiday season, mainly taken up with death and other crises. I’m hoping … More Everything’s New


The first rain of autumn arrived this morning, though it’s supposed to creep back into the 90’s later in the week. A fine mist settled on me as I walked to the train and the sidewalks were covered with kapok blooms.  The pigeons huddled together on the extended arms of the streetlights and ruffled their … More Falling

LA Autumn

Our neighborhood smells like guavas, which is apparently a sign of autumn in Los Angeles. The heady smell greets me as I leave the house and begin the long walk to the train.  Down the street there is a pomegranate tree covered with enormous red globes that look ready to split, persimmons are turning from … More LA Autumn

After the Fall

Autumn has officially begun and with it comes the strange melancholy that usually accompanies it for me.  I baked a gingerbread Bundt cake over the weekend, which put me in the mood for the new slant of the light.  Of course, baking was quick since a heat wave also hit – the last bad gasp of … More After the Fall


“Fichte replied, ‘We create the world not out of our imagination, but out of our sense of duty.  We need the world so that we may have the greatest possible number of opportunities to do our duty.  That is what justifies philosophy, and German philosophy in particular.’ . . . . Fritz suddenly stood still … More Adrift