I dreamed last night that President Obama was at our house doing handyman work. He wore the dark suit and tie, looking presidential, but he was building something. He had run out of nails, so I was collecting old ones and cleaning them up for him. He opened a trap door in the yard and scrounged through the shelves down there. He picked up a jar, sniffed it and said, “This is tetraethyl lead,... Read More
Posted on January 23, 2017 at 12:30 pm under Life & CultureI have these curious dreams where I’m with a group of people, say at a party or something, and they’re all extremely bright and witty and deep, and I sit there stumped and amazed as they spin verbal rings around me. Awake, I console myself with the knowledge that it’s all me, even the most brilliant among them. I understand that it’s all about my insecurity, the feeling that I’m an... Read More
Posted on February 6, 2016 at 12:17 pm under Life & CultureA couple of nights ago I had a dream in which some people were singing a song. They were climbing a hill of crumbling red dirt. The main group, about four or five, went up first, singing the verse of the song. It was beautiful. A lone man followed, singing the chorus. All I could see of him were his boots on the crumbling dirt. The chorus was even more beautiful than the verse, with an unusual... Read More
Posted on February 4, 2016 at 9:15 am under Words & Music