I sent an e-mail out to a potential advisor for my project, a gentleman I respect who taught one of the classes I took at Yestermorrow. I attached to the e-mail a copy of my proposal, and then within 24 hours we spoke on the phone about his expectations and he gave me some initial feedback. At the end of the call, I asked him if he had any
Down upon one knee, my laptop was poised for this special moment. Sure, I’d thought it through several times, and let the engagement go on far too long. But I’d saved a percentage of my salary for months for this very day, because deep down I knew what had to happen. In a make-or-break moment, I made a firm decision. I wrote out my vows and hit “send.” There
“We Americans today are captivated by the still living survival of that primeval nomad life. Or say, better, perhaps, by our fantasy of such. “In this nomad fantasy the Left sees an affinity with Nature in an unspoiled wilderness; the Right, freedom and self-reliance within an ordered and spiritual social structure. These two poetic views are and always have been in conflict, in American politics and the American breast.
About a year ago I wrote an entry about the ongoing process of getting rid of belongings I have in storage. I can’t believe a whole year has passed since then! And while I have been slowly giving things away, or otherwise recycling or donating them, it’s still been a year and I haven’t made as much of a dent as I’d have liked to… that is, until about