We do things a little differently at Christ Church during the month of July. Attendance is significantly lower than normal, and the sanctuary -- because no structure built in New England in the 1960s has central air -- gets unbearably hot by mid-morning. So we convene instead in the parlor -- we sit in a … Continue reading telling my story…
Category: reflections
every now and then, something in my day-to-day life directs my thoughts towards issues of deeper significance…
another openin’…
Well, not just any other opening. Tonight, the Bloomington Playwrights Project -- "the only professional theatre in the state of Indiana devoted exclusively to new plays" -- will open its production of Make Me Bad, a brand-new, dark-and-twisted, psycho-thriller musical by writers Drew Gasparini and Alex Brightman. It's hot, it's edgy, it's already sold out its opening weekend. … Continue reading another openin’…
reunion blues…
My 10-year high school class reunion is this weekend. I won't be there. It's not that I don't want to. I've actually been looking forward to it for a long time. Although I'm definitely NOT one of those who considers high school to be "the best years of my life," I still have plenty of … Continue reading reunion blues…
et in arcadia ego…
I mentioned to Alexander the other day that weather like this makes me feel academic. I was sitting the other night in my study, with the door facing out onto the sunken patio open to the early autumn breeze, cooled by a lightly falling rain. I sat at my desk, resisting the temptation to turn … Continue reading et in arcadia ego…
what i remember…
I took the weekend off from reading, watching, consuming news of any kind. It occurred to me as Sunday drew closer that it would simply be unbearable to do otherwise. Part of it, of course, was knowing that -- the state of American media being what it is -- obscenely over-produced, over-gesticulated emotionalism would accompany … Continue reading what i remember…
amateurs…
I worked for a professor once who insisted on pronouncing the word "amateur" in the French manner -- stressing a long, open "a" sound at the opening, and a simple "t" rather than the harsh "ch" sound we Americans give it. I found it somewhat affected, at first, but eventually came around to his way … Continue reading amateurs…
why i hate the fall…
After an unrelentingly hot summer, the weather in Bloomington is now balmy and overcast, the air a dreamy sixty-five degrees. The early feelings of fall waft in the breeze, and with them memories of autumns past, swaddling me in a familiar melancholy, an ache I can't easily dismiss. I have too many ghosts in this … Continue reading why i hate the fall…
inspiration…
It's an uncharacteristically cool summer night in Bloomington. After a surprisingly wet spring, the summer has been a pleasant cycle of easy thunderstorms with mild, breezy days happily interspersed. It's late, and we have the windows wide open. I'm sipping on a bourbon and coke, feeling thoughtful and reflective, which makes this either the absolute … Continue reading inspiration…
tiger moms and such…
I wasn't going to bother reading Amy Chua's 'Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother'. From all the descriptions, reviews, and reactions, it just seemed too... too stereotypical to be believed... too outrageous to take seriously. But now I just might -- April's issue of 'The Atlantic' has a series of essays regarding the book in … Continue reading tiger moms and such…
