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Revelation

During the summer after my senior year of high school, I decided to take a trip alone on a somewhat secluded trail in the Adirondacks for a couple of nights. I’d been on this particular trail with a couple of friends the year before.  There were lean-tos on several of the small lakes along [...]
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Mother of Pearl

I recently came across this song after not hearing it for a very long time; I’d almost forgotten how much I like it, how fun a good song can suddenly make my day, especially one about finding those little pearls in your life that you hold onto with all your might. In light of recent transitions [...]
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We have to because we must

Sometimes, when I hear or read statements along the lines of:  ”Real is better than numb, so we have to keep walking, we have to keep the ground beneath us,” it makes me want to scream out loud.   It conjures images of the garish, prefabricated houses situated in overbearing housing developments that litter the [...]
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The beat that skipped my heart

A and I decided to take a road trip to the black beaches of Southern Iceland in mid-January. I hadn’t been for sometime, and I longed to see the surreptitious, desolate landscapes again, to breathe in the crisp, cold sea air that prodded my senses into recognition, to meditate to the sound of the [...]
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The Dark Crystal (1982)

A piece I wrote for A Bright Wall in a Dark Room: Wherein being a Gelfling doppelgänger isn’t necessarily a bad thing When Chad asked if we’d be interested in writing about one of our favorite childhood movies, this one was kind of a no-brainer for a number of reasons. One reason is that I used [...]
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Amadeus (1984)

Originally posted on Filmosophy. Milos Forman’s Ma Non Troppo Vivace Although Amadeus isn’t ostensibly a holiday movie, I can’t seem to pass through this time of year without an urge to settle in with a hot chocolate and watch it.  I remember first seeing this film with my mother when I was very young at a small theater [...]
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Donnie Darko (2001)

Written for Filmosophy: SOMETIMES THE SEARCH IS ALL WE HAVE TO KEEP US GOING The experience of trying to decipher Donnie Darko is kind of like buying an old, dusty jigsaw puzzle at a yard sale and then trying to assemble it, only to realize that you may not have all the pieces to complete the picture, [...]
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Ideal

Self-portrait Here is the body of a person, his torso facing you, head and feet in profile. There is a twist of space between the front arm and the back arm.  Time goes there. The arm that turns toward you is personal, the arm that turns away is the impersonal. These flows that built the space go on building [...]
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