Friday, June 3rd, 2011
“The Junco and the Boy” by Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson THE JUNCO AND THE BOY Over the weekend I shot a bird. A deranged, obsessive junco that had been banging against our window for weeks, fluttering in and up again and again, hundreds of times a day, enraged by its own reflection. You can’t reason with a bird, and this one we couldn’t [...]
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Friday, June 12th, 2009
“Reality Homes” by Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson REALITY HOMES The falling of a leaf onto a pond is one movement in a process composed of many movements. It floats for a while, crisply. Then softens and sinks. It’s funny what comes to mind. All day you think about a woman you haven’t seen in many years. Her soft, brown hair. [...]
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Sunday, June 29th, 2008
“Living the Chemical Life” by Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson LIVING THE CHEMICAL LIFE I have to admit that I don’t care about the historical Jesus. One way or the other. I’ve always thought there were larger forces at work. The sun and the wind. The sadness that comes in the afternoon. Did you know that our bones are only 10 years old? [...]
