Weekend 260.0

Posted on April 13, 2013 by Winston Smith

Drinking coffee and scanning the journal before football (soccer)/cleats/biking. I love the quote from Eudora Welty; it’s a nice complement to the one last weekend from André Aciman. (1) How Continue Reading →

Weekend 221.0 (It’s all borrowed time)

Posted on April 25, 2012 by Winston Smith

(1) What Will Survive of Us Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is Continue Reading →

Weekend 218.0 (Monuments out of moments)

Posted on March 24, 2012 by Winston Smith

(1) Espousing the Marriage to Slowness (WSJ) This rhythm ricochets through “Collected Poems,” the complete sentence yielding to a sequence of fragments. The grammar impedes the action, performing the “marriage Continue Reading →

Weekend 212.0 (“time stays around us like pools of color”)

Posted on February 11, 2012 by Winston Smith

(1) The Pursuit of Presence (WSJ) “All of his poems are inextricably linked to the places where they were written. For much of his adult life, Mr. Bonnefoy spent his Continue Reading →

Thanksgiving 2011

Posted on November 24, 2011 by Winston Smith

(1) Playmofan (2) The Original Disneyland Hotel (2a) Disneyland Hotel interior lobby area (3) Christmas and winter photoshop styles (4) “We are writing a primer on planning for the same Continue Reading →

Weekend 177.0

Posted on April 8, 2011 by Winston Smith

(1) Best feet forward: Fairfield forum for cyclists, walkers (Fairifeld Citizen) (2) The Sleepless Elite: Why Some People Can Run on Little Sleep and Get So Much Done (Wall Street Continue Reading →

Weekend 175.0

Posted on March 25, 2011 by Winston Smith

“One realizes oneself only one piece at a time.” — Marcel Proust, The Fugitive (1) Christo Without Jeanne-Claude – Where monuments pretend to endure, their work suggests the fleeting nature Continue Reading →

Fringe Colors

Posted on February 5, 2011 by Winston Smith

(1) Otherworlds and Underworlds “The tacit assertion of this invigorating novel is that the more constrained a person’s life, the more his imagination flourishes, until what’s real is merely grist Continue Reading →

Weekend Retreat

Posted on November 24, 2010 by Winston Smith

I spent the weekend at St. Joseph’s Abbey in Spencer, MA. and took this photo on our way to the Abbey Church on Sunday morning at 6:40. I’m not really Continue Reading →

Limestone Roof

Our history now descends from a kingdom of gold to one of iron and rust.

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