I’m absurdly busy lately. Work is totally bonkers. People are annoying. So I’m taking a break because technically it is lunch time.
Week 11 covers March 13 – 19. 653 more words
Material things anchor one in life much more firmly than purists would like to believe.
We seem to face an enemy who, no matter how many times we win, will best us in the end. 294 more words
I think I was probably a fully paid-up hippy in the 1970s, and that means I read quite a bit of what I suppose must be hippy-lit in those days, too, writers like Richard Brautigan, Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs, as well as others like Hermann Hesse who, though not hippies themselves, were adopted by them. 543 more words