Perfervidus

Indeed. It is time to write again.

Why not What.

I think the nature of the fast-food, and disposable society has killed an ability to learn and to appreciate learning, it has killed an ability to see the need to learn; has killed the desire to know the answer to “why” as opposed to knowing the answer to “what”, and only “what”.

This is the beginning of a beautiful rant to be explored after a Vodka (potato vodka, that is) martini, followed by a few hours sleep.

Today

This is what I saw. This is what I thought. This is what I said. I just haven’t figured out how to add images to my post yet.

Not Easily Phwritened

The idea of being a writer without capturing an image, or capturing an image without writing about it is an artistically paralyzing thought for me.  Almost as frightening as the enormous difficulty in trying to make a living doing either – or both. But not quite.

I’m going to keep this amazingly simple, just to do something different. Simply take a photo, and write a comment. A simple, miso soup, experience. The simple, but exquisitely pleasing taste of miso soup – that’s what I want – but for my words, my pictures, my efforts.