“If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.” Twelfth Night, Act 1, scene 1, 1-3 In truth, forsooth, Duke Orsino’s strategy here isn’t worth a damn — the notion that we can cure ourselves...
Stubborn Born
My best beloved parents spent this past Christmas with us. I realize that revelations about my relatives reveal more about me than about them, but while searching for a Beethoven picture today I noticed that every image invariably shows the composer scowling deeply. It is the same scowl my...
Spread the Love
So, once more, It’s SPREAD THE LOVE season at the high school where I work. Student Council is on a Valentinesque drive to make everyone feel warm and fuzzy and loved. SPREAD THE LOVE? It sounds like a communicable disease prevention program. I tell student council every year that...
Dog Turds and Tampons
That was how my Monday started. I was late getting to work and had the north entry to myself. It was bitterly cold and still semi-dark. There by the sidewalk, huge and frozen, sat a proudly upright pile of dog turd. A step or two closer to the building...