Some time around 2010 I went to see my father act in performance of Brian Friel’s play, Translations. In typical pretentious-Portland fashion, Marylhurst University had decided to bill the…
The chapel at Princeton Theological Seminary, storied place it is in American religious history, is a restful sight. One of my good friends calls its interior a triumph of Protestant style — a grand organ with arts-and-crafts motifs sits on the far wall, subtle Hellenic decorations…
“There is a painting by Klee called Angelus Novus. An angel is depicted there…
Visions of of Late Rome keep many of my friends up at night. Today the world is an…
I’ve finally gotten around to following up my study of Spengler by reading though his companion heavyweight, Arnold Toynbee’s A Study of History. I will reiterate that I started this blog to investigate where and how civilization nurtures the life of the mind. Almost all serious inquiry on…
We cannot know his legendary headwith eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torsois still suffused with brilliance from inside,like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwisethe curved…
I am employed as a sales engineer. Interest rates, as we know, are up for the first time in my career and it’s causing some reflection on the historical dimension of my work. Basically, I had to ask myself, “it’s been hard enough to sell a product as it…
Portland is proud of vice. Gluten-free lap dances and Shanghai tunnels all. Less proud of all the human trafficking that still goes on.
I returned to Portland for the holidays. The New York Times seems to believe that “difficult conversations with family” are now a…
“We’re all hoes for Midcentury Modern,” or so I was told by a designer friend from RISD right before the world shut down. Her 200 square feet in the corner of a downtown Boston…
