This morning, I mentally forgave someone from my past, for a bizzare incident that happened 26 years ago. Yes, I am that stubborn. And I only this morning finally sorted out that I was the one in the wrong. But it set me to thinking...
Part of our jobs as writers (or wannabe writers) must surely be to both record the paradigms of our times, and report the shifting of them, particularly in this time of rapid change. For a tiny example, our impatience with the minute or so ticking away on a microwave timer would seem ridiculous to someone who has lit the fire, pumped the water, and fumbled with both a kettle and tea ball. Not to mention, that latter toiler would probably enjoy the tea more thoroughly (perhaps almost spiritually) than me, who gulps down my minute-twenty-second green tea...my meditation tea.
I invite you all to my humble burrow, where hopefully we can explore the paradigms, possibly incorrect, of our time, and in doing so raise the level of... of... raise the level... excuse me a moment; STOP F**ING TAILGATING ME--CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TYPING WHILE I'M DRIVING?!?!
Part of our jobs as writers (or wannabe writers) must surely be to both record the paradigms of our times, and report the shifting of them, particularly in this time of rapid change. For a tiny example, our impatience with the minute or so ticking away on a microwave timer would seem ridiculous to someone who has lit the fire, pumped the water, and fumbled with both a kettle and tea ball. Not to mention, that latter toiler would probably enjoy the tea more thoroughly (perhaps almost spiritually) than me, who gulps down my minute-twenty-second green tea...my meditation tea.
I invite you all to my humble burrow, where hopefully we can explore the paradigms, possibly incorrect, of our time, and in doing so raise the level of... of... raise the level... excuse me a moment; STOP F**ING TAILGATING ME--CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TYPING WHILE I'M DRIVING?!?!
