“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
For audio version click here As 60% of the nation burns under desert temperatures, and just before we turn the corner into what is likely to be the most despair-inducing Fall Presidential campaign since Nixon-McGovern in 1972, let us stop and give thanks for the Rover, for Mr. Bolt, for fearlessness of mind and heart, and for the great pleasure of watching bodies do what we can do only in our best and most surreal […]
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For audio version click here The crows greet me when I open the door. They perch in the tall trees around our house, croaking out calls to their family of seven or eight. Their dark feathers sometimes litter the grass. On the road this early, I feel larcenous, as if I should hide my face from any passing cars, as if I have been up to no good. The light is bare and unlimned; I […]
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For audio version click here I would prefer not to die anytime soon, but the thought of my end is often with me — not in a morbid, brooding way, but more like a I-hope-that-all-this-work-with-weights-and-walking-will buy-me-a-few-years kind of way. One recent morning just after seven I was grunting under a serious set of iron while bench pressing. I felt like a sweaty Puritan lord, virtuous all the way through. Curls followed and pull-ups, tricep pulls, […]
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For audio version click here On Saturday the fourth seizure begins the same way as the first, with high pitched screaming and bared jaws snapping open, his body jerking as his muscles convulse, his eyes, unseeing. He drools uncontrollably. He messes himself. Our hands rest lightly on him; we keep his head from striking anything. Afterwards, the screaming stays with us. He screams as if he has been struck by slow-motion lightning and can feel it […]
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