February 29, 2004
Talking to A Christian About the Buddha
The Buddha taught the Golden Rule four hundred years before Christ lived.
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December 13, 2003
Durham on My Mind
I drove around Durham some, but until the day I left, there were corners of it that I never explored.
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August 03, 2003
The Perfect Bedroom
When I packed my things and Ms. Whine to move down the road to Chapel Hill, I knew that it would always be there, my perfect room, a memory of the honey I'd once tasted
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May 11, 2003
The Gift of The Grunge Guy
"But I love you!," she cried and I bought it.
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May 08, 2003
Snow Fall
Three days of enclosure started my heart to strum a dull, jabbing beat on my rib cage. My legs protested "We want to move!" Thus, I came to the moment when I knew I could not sit through another minute of that listless white noise.
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May 07, 2003
The Land of Cancer
It was an alien place for a California bred in the lands of aqueducts, tract houses, and earnest, frequent waterings of the front lawns....
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April 10, 2003
Wednesday Writing: Of Monks and Tobacco Allotments
How could a crew of nonviolent monks sleep knowing that their land produced warring cancer cells in the lungs?
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October 25, 2002
Roaches (Insects)
Barbara Fletcher wrote about facing her first live roach. The occasion caused me to rhapsodize upon one of my own favorite roach horror stories.
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September 30, 2002
Fighting for America
The reasoning of the day seems to be: "Be glad that you live in a free country where you can say nice things about the president and not be arrested for it."
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July 31, 2002
A Look Worthy of Baudelaire
When I am in the creative state, my external communication skills become more primitive as the words on the screen become more eloquent.
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July 17, 2002
The Emerald Hell
I am not proud of what I was.
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