A few mornings ago, I was having coffee with my friend, Dan. He was around Berkeley in the Sixties and I lived in NYC. Our lives have taken quite different trajectories, but there is something about that history, which marks us both. Other than discussing the shit...
This time of year in America has many of us falling into the rabbit hole of holiday hysteria, a preoccupation with self-absorbed bullshit in all shapes and sizes, a time of emotional myopics to the max. Thanksgiving is one of the fabulous fairy tale events,...
Last Friday, I woke up at my usual time, around 6:15 or so. I had gotten up a couple of times during the night, an affliction shared by most aging males. Like every morning, I walked around my bed and sat on my cushion for a 25 minute Zen sit. I am not even...
I grew up in Queens, NY in the fifties, in an area populated by many first generation American Jews, most of whose parents came from Eastern Europe. I am not sure how long cultivating intelligence has been part of my tribe, but it was a big deal when I was a kid....
