2012
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Blog reading made easy and fun
So we just got back from a family car trip. At a rest stop on the way, I picked up a cute little brochure called “Born To Be Wild: The Guide to Getting Kids Outdoors.” I like to see what people are saying about nature, so I picked one up. The brochure is formatted like… Read more
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What goes around
Here is a little pestering idea you might want to be pestered by. I started this blog to pass on pestering ideas, so there you go, little idea, move along. When Google first got exciting, it was because it was more accurate than anything else out there. It was more accurate because it relied on… Read more
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Catalysis
People: I am writing this post wearing my Firefly t-shirt. Meaning: it is a Day of Great and Courageous Challenge. (Yes I am that much of a nerd.) Today, after many months of toil, I finally released a more-complete-yet-still-incomplete version of my monster of a book, Working with Stories. The two catalysis chapters (basic and… Read more
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What makes a good story listener?
This blog post has been moved to (and revised for) The Working with Stories Miscellany. You can find it as the section called “Finding good story listeners” in Chapter 2, “More on Story Collection.” Read more
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shhhhhh
Hm. It has been so long since I posted on this blog that Blogger changed the editing screen on me. Tells you something, doesn’t it? I just wanted to update anybody who might be wondering what I’ve been up to. I finished the catalysis chapter! I was all ready to post it about two weeks… Read more
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Lonely for …
So yesterday I get in the mail the New Yorker and the Atlantic Monthly, and it’s a double dose of loneliness in one day. The Atlantic has an article called “Is Facebook Making Us Lonely?” while in the New Yorker it’s “The Disconnect.” I read these with interest, partly because I’ve been writing similar things… Read more
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How wisdom happens
Lately my thoughts keep returning to the topic of wisdom. Why? Because it’s my own particular friend, in a way I will now explain. One spring day when I was about ten years old, my Aunt Honey came to visit. She came into the kitchen carrying a woody shrub covered with tiny yellow flowers and… Read more
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There goes the hand
It’s morning, a few months ago, and I’m making coffee. First I set up the coffee mug with its ancient thing-that-holds-the-coffee on top, ready to receive the boiling water. Then I grab the empty electric tea kettle and swing it across the counter to the water faucet to fill it. In the midst of the… Read more
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You stand now at the bottom of this blog.
As I woke up this morning I realized two things: (a) if I do not feed the blog something soon it will wither away into nothingness, and (b) I have nothing at all to say. This is a desperate situation that calls for desperate measures. Therefore you are about to see me stoop to something… Read more
