I am in here.
Four days after the Oscars, the general opinion that I’ve come across is that, to quote one critic I read (but whom I can’t remember), Crash is the single worst Best Picture Oscar since The Greatest Show On Earth won in 1952. There is a whole host of people falling over themselves to explain to … Continue reading crash and stuff
West Hollywood, Sunday, March 5, 2006. Breakfast time. Cool and sunny.
‘Tis the night before I turn 50. I contemplate. So of course, my brain turns to mush. Much of the serious contemplation turns to the last post, which is a poem by e e cummings, recited at the opening of a conference I was just at by Brother David Steindl-Rast. He and I have become … Continue reading the last of 49, and the very last of 40
white pebble 