Tag: Ascesis

• March 24, 2012

  In memoriam Compaq Presario, 2007-12

  This time my Compaq shut down for good. I was about to say hello when all went dark and pixely–all except the well-lit room and the glistening night and the buildings mocking my pixels. My childhood dog had grown glistening eyes and vacant ribs in the years before he died. He died in his sleep…
• March 23, 2012

  ‘I had my regret and so I wrote…’

  I remember it being cold and she was underdressed. That night I offered her my gloves but not my coat. I have since regretted that. It was the Sabbath, Hegel writes, but Jesus paid no heed. He saw the hungry man and plucked an ear of corn, giving it to him. I got reacquainted this…
• March 22, 2012

  When a vague question is asking to be asked

  In his actions, gestures, demeanour and speech, the [Daoist] sage shows himself to be responsive but steady, focused but spontaneous, firm but flexible, reserved but accessible. He follows no rigid plans, and does not espouse goals that are to be achieved come what may. Hence, he does not force people or things to fit in…
• March 6, 2012

  Childhood… tire swings… growing up: A spiritual exercise in drawing material inferences

  3.5 Morning. You’re welcome, and I’d be delighted. An aside: I love opening these rainbow colored documents and not at first being able to tell whose voice is whose. Did I say that? Did you? Does it matter? Well, no. Good morning, A. Not sure exactly what this document is. Reminders to me? Notes to…
• February 24, 2012

  Hospitality in actu: A search term poem

  First Digression Last night I dreamed I was surfing idly on the internet. Pretty quickly things got dicey. When I entered search terms or a URL into Google Chrome, I was immediately re-directed to a page of ads. “No,” I thought. “This can’t be right.” No, that’s not quite it. It was rather that “andrewjtaggart.com”…