Monthly Archives: August 2012

Back to School

How sweet the sight of newsprint widest ruled, with alternating lines an inch apart. On such a surface we were early schooled to print our letters. Now as then we start the kids with solid guidelines high and low, a … Continue reading

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Coneheads (Part 2 of 2)

Semites are Semites, and their brains remained binary. There wasn’t any possibility of interbreeding with Sumerians, and if there’s ever been a binary-to-trinary natural mutation, it must not have survived to be reported; none of us have heard of it. … Continue reading

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Coneheads (Part 1 of 2)

From the textbooks: two points suggest a line; three establish a plane. The triangle, elegant and easy, is the most stable, supportive form. The first shape. The image of a person, upright. A natural mountain. Tepee. Two is productive but … Continue reading

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Pepper Tree

A pepper tree ahead of me appears a graceful drape above an antique truck, reminding me of Chula Vistan years when our suburban hormones ran amok, when we were husbanded like citrus trees in Cinderella homes on furrowed blocks, our … Continue reading

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Skunk Skool

I think I’ve mentioned the skunks before. One or more seem to inhabit my yard full-time, although I only see, hear, and smell signs of skunks now and then. We try not to bother one another. I don’t mind the … Continue reading

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Xenometry

A hypercube is called a tesseract and can’t exist in three or four dimensions. It floats imaginary and exact, an edifice of logical extensions that I can neither build nor draw nor see, nor picture in the certainty of prose, … Continue reading

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The Book of J (Part V of V)

The afternoon of Joel’s impromptu visit, we took a stroll. We left Emmet with Laura and wandered the perimeter of the place. We ended up in the small eucalyptus grove near the cow barn. I remember the dialogue vividly and … Continue reading

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