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Overman & Senn
Almost surely, the first prayer was offered deep in the earth, by firelight, before an ochre outline of a buffalo. Painters have been priests ever since. This is not overstatement. Art is one of the last sources of wonder for modern people. I offer these paintings as windows onto something indefinable – a magical act of creation that can make the corner of a home into a refuge, a place of domestic pilgrimage. It’s the best thing I can do.
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In his poem The Cabbages of Chekhov, Robert Bly had me again when he wrote that, “William Blake knew that fierce old man, irritable, chained, and majestic, who bends over to measure with his calipers the ruins of the world.” Despite such a fierce image in his poem, Bly has that way about him where he can rescue you in the end from all the bad news that comes tracked in on the dog’s paws. With Bly on my mind, I wasn’t all that surprised that something magical was about to happen this past weekend. On the wings of Bly, a sweet little guy with a funny Read on →
"Okay, Houston, we've had a problem here." -- Apollo 13 astronaut Jack Swigert When was NASA's finest hour? Most would say, "The Apollo moon landing." As a bit of an insider, I have a different take. NASA's finest hour, hands down, was the ill-fated Apollo 13 mission. Two and one-third days into the nominal nine-day voyage, a ruptured oxygen tank left the spacecraft crippled, the mission in shambles, and the lives of three astronauts in jeopardy. Mission controllers, engineers, technicians and astronauts worked around the clock to stabilize a dire situation and work the impossible, bringing Jim Lovell, Jack Swigert, and Fred Haise Read on →
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed Dignity never been photographed Or so Bob Dylan says in "Dignity," a song he wrote in 1988 after learning of the death of basketball great Pete Maravich. Dylan has a point. Dignity isn't an item or commodity that can be replicated and mass-produced. It's a quality of fortitude and bearing, guiding one on how to respond whether the news is good or bad. The one possessed with dignity feels for others and thinks carefully on the consequences of his actions. Sometimes a dignified action doesn't pay off materially. It can also be misunderstood. Read on →
Too little too late? Georgia is one of those states where there is much bruiting about "local control" and how the people who live there know better what's good for them. This editorial from the Brunswick News lays it out nicely. In this country there are laws against stealing land, but that doesn't stop the federal government and its oversized bureaucracies from doing it. They accomplish such thievery simply by changing the rules whenever they get a hankering to do so. This has particularly been a problem for coastal communities and their residents. (click here to read the rest) (You'd think that the Read on →