In my new job, I have more free time available to me than at any other time in my life. Add on top of that all the Coronavirus limitations, and I have…
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I remember, occasionally, the additional layer of context called paratext. Paratext is the environment in which you’re reading the material: everything…
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It’s the first Monday off for our winter break in Peachtree City. After coffee and the other morning necessaries, we leave this suburb. Forty minutes…
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A sourdough legacy begins
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Improvising for lightness. I’ve spent much of the last week taking a break from anything research-heavy or political. Instead, I relit my love of…
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A cross-post from Clappy Copy, where I dissect copy of interest
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A reflection on the innate creativity of doing yard work and finding zen therein
Translation is an involved task, even for a simple text. I open a link to the Tao Te Ching and begin reading. I had heard Solala Towling talk about the…
Lessons from the trail. Trust your memory. The River Trail at Chattahoochee Bend State Park is an easy trail. Well marked but extensive enough to warm…