Nobody seemed to have the least idea which way the Pacific lay and all were in an enormous hurry to get started
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—David McCullough The mind is an […]
I am drawn to Phaethon’s friend, Cygnus. His change seems at least half-willed, half the evolution of guilt. For $1,000 you can have your own genome sequenced to find what difference exists between you & the marsh bird you might wish to become. North of Chambers Street, I sat in the planning chief’s […]
A galaxy, maybe, I said once to a pitcher in Annapolis, ceramic the swirled ink colors of deep space − or sea − neither place I've been or will likely be, though both throw into sharp relief the hues of what's more familiar: a highway-side prairie, a garter snake, house- fly, fallen weather-threaded maple […]
…If the world knew how the light bulb loved the socket then we would all be better off. –Matthew Dickman, "Love" − Or how the needle adores the vinyl right all up in its groove, how the laser's crazy for the spinning disc, and the guitar string pulls at the pinch of the pick. […]