Mistakes for happiness
“I think we all mistake certain things for happiness. I think we mistake comfort for happiness and we mistake pleasure for happiness, and entertainment for happiness, when really these are […]
Category Archives: art
Your support is needed
I’m not one to usually promote a lot of sharing when people are sick. Too often, the responses from people are clearly just a mere cover over their own insecurity […]
How (Not) To Write About Africa
While taking a creative writing class from Coursera, one of the lessons included this piece called “How Not To Write About Africa” written by Binyavanga Wainaina and performed by Djimon […]
Going to the bizarre or memento mori?
“People loved freaks, and they still do… .” But in past eras… society deemed it “more appropriate to delight in them.” Joanna Ebenstein, Creative Director at The Morbid Anatomy Museum in Brooklyn via […]
the beauty of vaccines
There is a lot of talk in the news about vaccines and specifically the MMR vaccine – measles, mumps, and rubella. So much talk and outrage from all sides of […]
What’s your pleasure, sir?
Although known widely only for his horror movies, Clive Barker (Hellraiser, Nightbreed) is actually a very accomplished visual artist as well as author. In honor of his 62nd birthday today, I came […]
Slipping out of time
The nearly full moon tonight is lighting the clouds with small rainbows while the cool air and strong breeze bring hints of the distant sea and the sprinklers bring artificial […]
How do you remember what you’ve lost?
This is something I actually spend a lot of time thinking about. Working in a cancer center and getting very close to a lot of our patients, I have actually […]
Looking Forward, Giving Back
The annual art exhibition slash art auction slash fundraiser slash good time is coming up soon for First Exposures. If you haven’t read anything from me before about First Exposures, […]
Said faster and said better
“The performance begins with pain – wrenching and visceral. Honestly, it’s no wonder none of us recall our own birth. Who could survive such a memory? In the end, I […]
