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You, small male child: build things!

I got these Tinker toys as a Christmas gift, perhaps in the hope of encouraging my engineering skills. And there I was, with my nose stuck in a book.

Looking to pare down possessions, I look at this stuff now and wonder if anyone might want it, before I toss it out.

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One of the bay area’s radio stations, KFOG, has a retrospective program called ten at 10. At 10 a.m. they play “ten great songs from one great year,” along with commercial jingles, sound bites from politicians or other cultural events, and clips from movies popular at the time. A little bit of nostalgic time travel in the midst of the daily hurly-burly.  (more…)

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Raised agnostic as I was, I haven’t had any institution with absolute moral authority in my life. I mean, my parents were pretty powerful for a while there. But they didn’t raise me to believe in absolute authority.

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I’ve found a “new” song I like. It’s the theme to the Reebok commercial “Join the Migration.” The singer’s voice is gorgeous, and the song has this alluring, haunting quality. I like it so much I’m almost ready to buy one of their t-shirts. It begins with men looking slowly skyward and includes bird imagery; I like that the men assemble in V formations yet they don’t beat you over the head with the metaphor by showing migrating geese.

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John Lennon once sang, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” So some of life has happened lately, a mixture of events that has preoccupied me.
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I keep meaning to get back to surprises, and derailing myself. Well this is it.
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A few months back I wrote about the good life. No, more than the good life, the fantastic life, top of the world, and how it might be enjoyed in Manhattan mid 20th century, by a star having life by the tail, living in tall cotton or deep clover.

That was a joie de vivre forged in talent and brawn, but there’s another so fleeting it barely happened and, as wonderful as life became, the crucial bond wasn’t forged on the musical genius that sustained it but on the most tenuous of connections: a shared sense of humor, and of charm.
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