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In reading The Golden Compass, I’m remembering why so many so-called “adult” books bore me: very little happens in them, and even when it does, it’s hard to care about the characters it happens to. In this book, much happens, and I care about all the people, some of whom I don’t even like. I … Continue reading Newtonian physics in real life, good books, and a cat.
Today it’s official: the sap in the trees begins to flow again. Tu B’Shevat starts at sundown, which will be hard to detect with the cloud cover as thick as it is. The ice melts. The cats demand attention. The rain falls and the coffee maker works again. The books get read and the poems … Continue reading Tu B'Shevat
It’s been a month and a day since Mom died. And in that time, I’ve lived a month and a day and a year. I’ve gone through her stuff: everything from learning about her estate plan, to pulling her purses off the shelf of her closet and digging through her desk drawers. I leafed through … Continue reading Mom
February is built for slowness, I think. All the fun winter holidays are over, and we are way past the newness of snow and cold weather. In fact, it wears on us. We have seen it. We want other colors now! I read the Tale of Genji, by Murasaki Shikibu. 1100 years ago, in the … Continue reading Slowness
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