a trail of crumbs

"the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs/that we follow across a page of fresh snow"

by Jonathan Safran Foer

“How Not To Be Alone,” The New York Times

Posted at 6:19pm.

We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich.

6/17/10

My dearest Ruth -

You are the only person I have loved in my life, setting aside, a bit, parents and kids and their kids, and I have admired and loved you almost since the day we first met at Cornell some 56 years ago.

What a treat it has been to watch you progress to the very top of the legal world!

I will be in JH Medical Center until Friday, June 25, I believe, and between then and now I shall think hard on my remaining health and life, and whether on balance the time has come for me to tough it out or to take leave of life because the loss of quality now simply overwhelms. I hope you will support where I come out, but I understand you may not. I will not love you a jot less.

Marty

“Heavyweight: How Ruth Bader Ginsburg has moved the Supreme Court.” Jeffrey Toobin. The New Yorker. March 11, 2013.

Posted at 11:35pm and tagged with: one column,.

Thomas Moore, via Ill Seen, Ill Said

Posted at 9:50am.

The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance than their simplicity might suggest
I am a toiler and very rarely have a lightning bolt “aha!” moment — there have been many small ones amid hours of experimentation and perserverance.

Posted at 8:05pm.

Most of all, we need to remember — in between texts and e-mails and Facebook posts — to listen to one another, even to the boring bits, because it is often in unedited moments, moments in which we hesitate and stutter and go silent, that we reveal ourselves to one another.

by Jill Lepore

from “Battleground America: One nation, under the gun;” The New Yorker; April 23, 2012

Posted at 12:02am.

As long as candid discussion of guns is impossible, unfettered debate about the causes of violence is unimaginable. Gun-control advocates say the answer to gun violence is fewer guns. Gun-rights advocates say that the answer is more guns: things would have gone better, they suggest, if faculty at Columbine, Virginia Tech, and Chardon High School had been armed. That is the logic of the concealed-carry movement; that is how armed citizens have come to be patrolling the streets. That is not how civilians live. When carrying a concealed weapon for self-defense is understood not as a failure of civil society, to be mourned, but as an act of citizenship, to be vaunted, there is little civilian life left.
Let me underscore the obvious here: Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140 characters of sound-bite thinking, and staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster than the polar icecaps.

by Mark Strand

Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.

From The Writer’s Almanac on April 20, 2012.

Posted at 9:30am and tagged with: one column,.

Posted at 9:39pm.

The smartphone has clearly been recent technology’s greatest gift to literacy. Carrying one obliterates one’s greatest fear: of being trapped somewhere — a train, the D.M.V., a toilet — with nothing whatsoever to read.

“A Girl Who Reads” by Mark Grist, via MarietteGemini

Posted at 11:23pm.