Certain songs brilliantly conjure up a feeling of nostalgia for vast groups of people. Bryan Adams' Summer of '69 is one — the Baby Boomers were around 18-23 years old then, and we know that what happens during those years tends to imprint on the mind profoundly, because that is when people are figuring out their identities. He sings "That summer seemed to la… read more »
While doing some reading on the topic of time yesterday, I came across a quote from William James:
"Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming."
It is true that all moments are fleeting. As we think about time, there is forever this tension between trying to be in the moment, and recognizing tha… read more »
June is often quite mild in my part of Pennsylvania. For instance, it is 64 degrees right now, Monday morning. This is a full 20 degrees (Fahrenheit) cooler than it was yesterday at this time. I wish the days had been reversed, in which case I might be congratulating myself on a personal record in the ODDyssey half marathon. As it is, I am congratulating myself on… read more »
June is the Friday night of summer. As with weekends, at the start they seem endless. Deep in, though, they feel fleeting. I want to make sure that my summers, like my weekends, feel full and good, and not like they have passed me by. We do plan vacations, which are great, but the smaller things that make summer feel like summer are harder to remember.
So, every yea… read more »
I have been traveling a lot lately, and Philadelphia has been rainy. This has been a problem because I need to do another long run or two before my scheduled half-marathon in mid-June. I looked at my schedule for today, while I have been in New York, and I realized I had an open slot in the afternoon. I could go to Central Park and run.
It was a beautiful day, and so I di… read more »