Tag Archives: #the_other

Realizing the “real” of Reality

Good early morning, Today was the first day of a new semester, the first day of a new academic year, a day of anticipation, excitement and beginnings. Yet, for others, it was a day of being frightened, of being overwhelmed, of wondering how they might merely survive (e.g. Living in parts of Texas or HoustonContinue reading “Realizing the “real” of Reality”

 Questioning the Question

Good early afternoon from Costa (the coffee shop with wi-fi and good things to eat, and in close proximity to our accommodations), The morning was a traveling classroom and lecture and visit to the Galicia Jewish Museum. It was, again, a second time for me to visit this museum and listen to the lecture ofContinue reading ” Questioning the Question”

_Selma_

Hello from my room where I should be sleeping, but . . . Earlier this evening I was fortunate to be able to go to the movie theatre, not something I would normally mention. While I enjoy movies, and particularly ones that force me to think or ponder, seldom to I leave a movie speechlessContinue reading “_Selma_”

Somos todos los Immigrantes

Buenos días de mi oficina a principios de una ruptura de Acción de gracias (Dzień dobry z mojego biura na początku przerwy Dziękczynienia or صباح الخير من مكتبي في بداية عطلة عيد الشكر، or Bonjour de mon bureau au départ d’une pause de Thanksgiving,), I realize this is quite the salutation for a beginning ofContinue reading “Somos todos los Immigrantes”

Verstehen, Comprender, Understand

Hello from the acre, I want to get a few lines written before I fall over from both mental and physical exhaustion. I should note that those two things probably affect my ability to manage the word that makes up the title of this post – all the same word; just different languages . .Continue reading “Verstehen, Comprender, Understand”

Wondering if . . .

Hello from my room after a long day (or few days), The picture is a picture scanned from the many in an ongoing, but unfinished scanning project. The project for which I am grateful and been a walk down the various roads of my life. This picture is of Copper Harbor Michigan, where I spentContinue reading “Wondering if . . .”