Reading Maturana & Varela’s accounts of how we ought to go about engaging scientific activity (and life)… with integrated mindfulness/awareness and sense of our embeddedness in whatever we are observing, inquiring…
coupled with required textbook for LIS – metacognition and reflection in learning contexts:
and then this comes on…..the sound of the meaning, I guess….
– Douglas Hofstadter & Emmanuel Sander –
knee-jerk response trying to coax the writing machine within, thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Friday Fictioneers community
I was never good with numbers.
I meant, I intended, I felt the pressing need to say, to clarify.Β But I was never good with numbers.Β At least to specify, remonstrate, apologize, perhaps even to confess.Β Certainly profess, express remorse, plead a little, cry.Β I wanted you to know.Β So many things.Β How you struck me, thudded through, infiltrated, saturated, overwhelmed.Β How I craved and believed.Β What I dreamt.
But I was never good with numbers.
Greetings all – thanks to the continuous hard work of Lisa Thatcher et. al., the experimental literary-aesthetic new magazine Henry is live! Β I’m excited about this project, not only because Thatcher’s own work and interests are so astute and lively, but the principle of the thing and the open energy of the legacy of Henry Miller. Β I invite you all to check it out (helps if you are able to read French), and you will also find a piece of creative writing by myself within. Β Thanks Lisa & co., thanks Henry for verve and example, thanks writers and readers – it manifests!
Within the hallowed halls of Powell’s Books in Portland, OR with a next-to-nothing budget is not an easy thing to be for book-cravers. Β But it also picques the selectional impulse somewhere thrumming in our genetic bands. Β Survival of the “fittest” given current conditions and some self-observation through excruciating choice.
What came back with me:
what did not , purely due to economic constraints, and set aside at the last possible moment (at closing):
equivalency finds for my wife:
now to prepare pictures of those immaterial experiences – the fleeting profounds – that happen as we go
to be posted soon
“For my father, the road had to wind uphill both ways and be as difficult as possible. Β Sadly, this was the sensibility he instilled in me when I set myself to the task of writing fiction. Β It wasn’t until I brought him a story that was purposely confusing and obfuscating that he seemed at all impressed and pleased. Β He said, smiling, “You made me work, son.” Β He once said to me in a museum, when I complained about an illegible signature on a painting, “You don’t sign it because you want people to know you painted it, but because you love it.” Β He was all wrong of course, but the sentiment was so beautiful that I wish to believe it now. Β What he might have been trying to say, I suppose, thought he never would have even thought about it in these terms, was that art finds its form and that it is never a mere manifestation of life.”
-Percival Everett-
compliments of:
The best that I can do on this trip is to share some of the inputs coming my way… aside from the gorgeous lush thick greens of Oregon and Washington, there are also these gorgeous, lush, thick growths…
we’re heading off to visit children and family in the Pac-NW for a week +…not sure how often I’ll “get back again” to ze blog, but aside from my amazing wife, I’m taking these….
Happy Trails….
Student Magazine of IISER Mohali
Music, Musicology, and related Matters
a photographic pilgrimage to Orthodox Christian monasteries across the continent
Meandering Through a Literary Life
Orthodox Christianity, Culture and Religion, Making the Journey of Faith
Erik Kwakkel blogging about medieval manuscripts
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