
Kerouac and the Disciplined Life
I think of Kerouac often. The youth read him and want to be him, but they miss his point for the stories of the wild beat, the ramblin’ man of vice and excess — sounds fun, I suppose, when one is young.

34th Birthday and the Voice of The Ass Kicker
Thirty four years as a speck of dust upon one larger. ‘Round and ‘round we go. But this one feels different. It already is different — here is overcoming; here is valuable change; here, I can say with absolute confidence, is momentum.

There is a Crack in Things
It is useful to remind oneself occasionally that the world is not as it ought to be.


The Babbling Buffoon with a Thousand Voices
Culture, what is common, is by its nature opposed to both genuine authenticity and self-knowledge.






The Greatest Thief
There is a short series of small waterfalls a few miles up Lynn Camp Prong of the Little River where the water swirls for a second or two at the plunge-point of each one.