I finished cleaning the library. Once again, the internet has come to feel like an albatross around the neck of this ancient mariner. The room measures about nineteen feet by twelve feet. The way the shelves are arranged, there are small rooms within the room, little private corners. This laptop also feels like an albatross. You’ve read Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner, I hope, and seen the accompanying artwork […]
That so many of us are eager and willing to embrace ignorance is not a new thing. Willful ignorance is what gives power to the powerful; makes us vulnerable to injustices of every kind; and enslaves us in a narrow world of our own unwitting creation. That letting others do our thinking for us is easier, cannot be further from the truth; we need only look at the results. It […]
The ancient mariner, with a laptop hung around his neck. . [ 1671 ]
When we set out in the cold this morning, the body said, Are we sure? We didn’t answer, of course. And when we finished our run, with our feet wet and warm, the body again said, Are we sure? We climbed the steps, let ourselves in. Took off our wet cap, dried our sandals, and propped them against the wall above the furnace vent. Coffee? we said. Gladly, was the […]
William Michaelian 