The end of summer

“Unattended baggage will be sold as slaves” is what I thought the loudspeakers were saying yesterday as we unloaded our stuff at the curb of the airport in Cincinnati. I think I have “wishful hearing,” combining what was actually said with a silly joke plaque I’ve seen in restaurants — “Unattended children will be sold Continue reading The end of summer

But I know what I like

[Playing: Michi from the album “Sacred Journey of Kukai” by Kitaro] Seriously, I do know something about art. And I know what I like. And I bloody well hate conceptual art. What brings this on is arriving at the local coffeehouse (mentioned before by name, but not now in order not to embarrass the “artist” Continue reading But I know what I like