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Philo & Fiction

Oh Yeah. The Universe.

MAKING THE BEST OF BEING SLEEPLESS IN THE SUBURBS Ken Taub I am a creative sleeper. I do not go to bed at 11:30 and wake up at 7 in the morning. Too predictable, too rote. I go to bed at 11 or 12 or 1, fall asleep fairly quickly, only to get up at 1:30 or 2:30 or 4 a.m. So rather than ca[...]

Animals

ANIMALS Gus Franza Johnson was all hands. They flew about, they opened, they closed, they pointed, they shook. They were orchestrating mortality during lunch on a riverboat plying soft waterways. "There was the alligator," he said, eyes locked on mine, "watching. Those green eyes of his, h[...]

The Tao of Tending

HOW SMALL TASKS  BECOME  BIG  DOINGS Curtis Seltzer You do a lot of tending on a farm. "Tend" in both English and other European languages is rooted in words that mean "to set on fire" or "to kindle." I thought about this at 3:30 a.m. one 25-below morning earlier this year, when Nellie, ou[...]

Bear Heart Beats and Glowing Devices

THE TIMELESSNESS OF OUR CURRENT URGENCY TO CONNECT Ken Taub It's not just convenience --or Steve Jobs-- that keeps us online and shackled to our devices. It's our DNA. How did we get here, I asked myself often. Why do we allow ourselves to be slaves to devices, chained to multiple screens [...]

In Search of Abby

ON FLOWERS, FRIENDS & FAREWELLS Roberta Israeloff ABBY AND I MET IN A GENTLE YOGA CLASS. " ’Gentle’ as in ’geriatric,’ " she said, as we waited on our mats for the class to begin, watching all the young girls arch their backs and touch their toes.  We both spent most of the class resting in [...]

On Not Dying

IMMORTALITY, SHAKESPEARE AND YOUR GRANDMOTHER Ken Taub WHEN THE DOORBELL RANG, I was surprised.  I wasn't expecting anyone -- surely not the Jehovah's Witnesses. We chatted very briefly, exchanging pleasantries, when they suddenly hit me with, "How would you like to live forever?"  "That woul[...]

The Chorus

FROM CRICKET SONG TO NATIVE HYMNS Judy Light Ayyildiz FROM MY ROOM IN ISTANBUL, I LONGED FOR MY BALCONY IN THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS OF VIRGINIA. It was then, through the Internet that connects the world, I received an email with a link that informed me how a man, an experimental director and pla[...]

Ballpark Food

THE RULES OF THE GAME Gus Franza PHIL AND ELLEN CHASE LOVE BASEBALL. Tradition Field, where the Mets play their Florida spring training games, is 45 minutes away—just bearable to Phil, who gets no pleasure out of driving. In fact, he hates automobiles and longs for the days when those old ricket[...]

A Very Old Place

HE LAID DOWN AS ONE PERSON, GOT UP AS ANOTHER Ken Taub IT WAS LIGHT AND IT WAS DARK, AND THERE WERE SO MANY CORRIDORS TO WALK DOWN YOU DIDN’T KNOW IF YOU WERE GETTING CLOSE TO AN EXIT OR JUST RETRACING YOUR STEPS. The atmosphere was more vague than stuffy, although it was slightly warm. That I r[...]

Back to the Roots

NOT A GRAVE STORY Judy Light Ayyildiz MOUNT VERNON CEMETERY IN TEAYS VALLEY, West Virginia sprawls gracefully just across the road from a two-story farmhouse.  Tons of tombstones fill the postcard gravesite among a green country garden bed tumbling over with primroses, old hanging trees, unprune[...]