After satisfying ourselves that the bums had been reinstated on Election Day, we repaired to the Chapel to hear the Cologne-based group Sequentia take on Hildegard von Bingen.
So there we are in the van, cruising along Interstate 85 north on the way to listen to bells at the Cedar Creek Gallery in Creedmoor.
In the beginning, we shared 8K of RAM among three school districts. Our 200-pound teletype burped block-cap objections in near-real time from the back of a math classroom.
Few acts of intimacy between oneself and one's partner can compete for sheer sensual joy with the giving and getting of a haircut.
I still remember the first time I was laid off.
There are 37,000 species of spiders, and about half of them lived in the house where I grew up. They used to terrify me by loitering in my bathrobe, my jeans, my closet.
I've been thinking a lot about beauty. Also racism.
I remember when I used to open my mail.
On a muggy Saturday, I pull off an unassuming road outside Lillington, N.C., into the dusty parking lot of the Harnett Correctional Institution.
From native American vision quests to Harvard professors' experiments with LSD, the desire for altered states of consciousness has characterized the coming of age.
