My favorite gift.

My favorite gift. 🙂 Every year the only thing on my list is something made by hand and every year for the last three years I got a painting from my son (he’s 11). This year he saw a picture of a ghost town at sunset and thought it would be perfect for me. It is!

An old friend recommended that I pick some of the work of Gary Snyder, so before I left this summer for 10 days in…

An old friend recommended that I pick some of the work of Gary Snyder, so before I left this summer for 10 days in the sierra I picked up Mountains and Rivers Without End , a poem that stretches across decades of Snyder’s life and a collection of his essays called The Practice of the Wild. I finished the poem underneath the pines and harried by industrious chipmunks but I only got about halfway through the collection of essays. I picked it up again last night and read this:

So the blue mountains walk to the kitchen and back to the shop, to the desk, to the stove. We sit on the park bench and let the wind and rain drench us. The blue mountains walk out to put another coin in the parking meter, and go on down to the 7-Eleven. The blue mountains march out of the sea, shoulder the sky for a while, and slip back into the waters. – from the essay Blue Mountains Constantly Walking

Both books are wonderful.

Ta-Nehisi Coates Frequently puts really thought provoking things up on his blog and this one about empathy is a good…

Ta-Nehisi Coates Frequently puts really thought provoking things up on his blog and this one about empathy is a good example. Make sure if you read it you keep going down into the comments as the discussions he generates are just as good and engaging. Plus the phrase Muscular Empathy is just plain bad assed.