Each pine at dusklodges the birdof its voiceperpendicular and stillthe forestindifferent to historytearless as stonerepeatsin tremulous excitementthe ancient storyof the sun going down. John Berger from “And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos” New Yorker – Postscript: John Berger, 1926 – 2017: http://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/postscript-john-berger-1926-2017
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Journal Entry – Sunday – Meditation
It is 2:48 PM on Sunday afternoon in the middle of June. I’m sitting on my patio enjoying a very warm, fog free day. The animals seem to be enjoying it as well: there is a red-tailed hawk perched on a very high branch surveying the ocean while small birds chirp and flutter with a…… Continue reading Journal Entry – Sunday – Meditation
Netflix
Long time no post in this blog. Today’s topic is Netflix. I just read this article in the New Yorker about the recent decline of Netflix. My thoughts on this? Well, I too was a bit unhappy with the rate hike they had a few months ago and dropped the mail part of the service.…… Continue reading Netflix