Touch. Splits skin and resolve. Knife meets ripe plum. Touch. Tumbles body and soul. Surf pounds clear sand. Touch. Fires belly and heart. Hand feeds pure desire. Touch. Scours skin and bones. Mouth polishes raw stone. 29 Aug 12
One Morning in Late September
Walking down to the bus stop this morning with the boy and the dog, we were bathed in the red warning light at dawn before the weather turns for the day. Off on the bus goes the boy, and ’round the loop I go, briskly, but not brusquely, even though this little dog asserted […]
Mathematical Functions: Science is a Ste...
In mathematics, a function is kind of the same thing as the function of an object, but not really. A mathematical function describes the relation between a set of inputs and a set of outputs. Each input is related to exactly one output. We use mathematical functions all the time, ‘times two’ is a function: […]
Social Functions
‘Function’ can also be used to describe a large social event, usually where you’ve bought a ticket for a fundraiser or you’re attending a graduation or the opening of an art gallery. This is not the same as ‘social functioning’ but you can definitely gauge a person’s social functioning abilities at a social function. Usually, […]
The Black Dog Days of Summer
July was a great month. August was not. It was too hot and I was hounded by depression. The thing is, I like black dogs. I’ve lived with a some sweet labby types. I like the Black Dog that inspired Jimmy Page and Robert Plant to write a song about sex. I like sex. I […]
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House as Haiku: A Manifesto
Food. Shelter. Water. What else do we need? What else do we rely on to do more than just survive? Beauty. Love. Community. Comfort. Security. Health A good home combines all of these things. I’ve spent my life trying to reconcile my wild creative urges with a very practical side and my screaming need to […]