Hello, world, 2022. Once more into the orbital breech.
Is it journal, when it is not daily? Emperor Elephant There are two wolves fighting in the soul of the elephant. Whichever wolf wins, the grass gets trampled. The Bed of Procrastes This bed was too short. That bed was too long. He never got around to fixing either. Vaccine Wishes I wish this vaccine […]
To be unreadable is freedom. Of a sort. No Phone Elegy I am overjoyed to have experienced being hooked and tethered to my smartphone. Now, whenever I go for a walk without my phone, I am overwhelmed by how vivid, how three-dimensional, how high-resolution, how multi-sensory reality is. An ant crawling across the moss, a […]
Every morning, All the time, Lovely weekend all, beyond this electric veil. I will no’ hear your answer, no’ today.
Wars Are Bad Wars are really bad. I’m very happy our 30-year old very independent European Union province of Slovenia is independent and sovereign. Still, if Yugoslavia had avoided a war, a few hundred thousand people wouldn’t be dead and a few million lives wouldn’t have been blighted by the decline and fall and the […]
My father was a man who was never wrong. Growing up in that kind of shadow was a strange thing. Life, after all, was not all sweet pears and cheese platters. There were hard times. Conflicts, fights, bitterness, and loss. Every life has those. But if he was never wrong, then who was? Ah, long […]
Many years ago, long before I met my wife, not long before my grandmother died, she asked me, “Luka, just tell me this, do you and your girlfriend respect each other?” I bent the truth and replied, “Yes, of course we do.” My grandmother nodded, “Good. Good. So long as there’s respect, everything turns out […]
I’ve wanted to write this article for many months, but in the dazzling clarity of twenty-twenty, I can put it off no longer. Australia is aflame. The Usanian president has assassinated a foreign statesman and killed several unfortunately bystanding “collaterate damages.” The world is burning and climate catastrophe deniers have resorted to open murder, to […]
One of the fondest memories of my childhood is my mother teaching me to draw. I was three years old or so and I loved trucks because they had lots of wheels bigger than myself. My mother taught me to draw a squarish shape for the tractor cab, a line for the coupling, another rectangular […]
I learned the alphabet and how to read when I was three years old with a computer game. I had to match pictures and letters to the angular marks on the stubby rubber keys of the ZX Spectrum 8-bit personal home computer that my father brought home to Yugoslavia from a business trip to London. […]