Friedrich von Schiller *XI 10 1759 The Life You Give

Friedrich Schiller, born Johann Christoph Friedrich Schiller, Nov. 10, 1759, in Marbach, Württemberg [Germany], is a leading dramatist, poet, and literary theorist, best remembered for such dramas as Die Räuber (1781; The Robbers), the Wallenstein trilogy (1800–01), Maria Stuart (1801), and Wilhelm Tell (1804).Friedrich Schiller was the second child of Lieut. Johann Kaspar Schiller and… Continue reading Friedrich von Schiller *XI 10 1759 The Life You Give

Takes on “beauty”

I - the attractive color of a ripe papaya, and the structure of the seeds, as well as the contrast the fruit displays within itselfII - the green of cilantro —- a color which does not achieve much attraction, although it is a “beautiful” sight on its own III - the joint placement of two… Continue reading Takes on “beauty”

Personal Lexicon: “as days go by”

I find there to be a misunderstanding about the content packaged in days go by. Poetically there is a pleasing sound to it, or it may convey the sense of an unavoidable something, perhaps even wisdom. However, in the context of an individual development, days go in. Thankfully!

Wordy Men

Happy Birthday to these men of words, born on a 24th of August Jorge Luis Borges, 1899 Paulo Coelho, 1947 Stephen Fry, 1957 Dave Chappelle, 1973 Join us at the Birthday & Celebration Club, on Clubhouse — August 24, at 1pm EST.

Is joy the chicken or the egg? (A gentle reiteration on the question on a question)

“Life is suffering, and we spend our lives looking for happiness.” This was her expressed view during our conversation. Is it not fair to say that life is pleasure, happiness, joy, and we erroneously spend energy and passion in search of suffering? — Notes on a Clubhouse conversation

When words are mere pericarps

This in a previously unimaginable place. And writing makes its embracing somewhat inadequate. Today, and for the last couple of months, I find myself recognizing new layers to the concepts of beauty, love, friendship, the mortal (animal) and the god-thought. They all touch me whenever unspoken. And that is the troublesome moment in itself. The… Continue reading When words are mere pericarps

Languid to Love

Languid are these men. It is in their nature, in their cultural molds of pride, in their balsam baths of faith which relax hair, bone, and soul, some being anointed the very first days with holy water. It is in their social frame, be it high, or peasantry, blue in blood, or in collar, where… Continue reading Languid to Love

The Palate Diaries — Two Problems with what is not a Cigar

Modified Puro (cigar) Recipe Ingredients: 1 ½ handful chopped Romaine lettuce 25 - 30 whole arugula (rocket, rucola) leaves20 whole and healthy spinach leaves Gum Arabic or Bermocoll (starch extracts gained from yucca/manioc and other plants, like corn, wheat, or rice Equipment/Utensils A barn or proper storing area, box, with regulated temperature and humidity Tobacco knifeWooden forms Preparation … Continue reading The Palate Diaries — Two Problems with what is not a Cigar


To rotate the hips erotically  To break down a hard substance to a finer size or degree To work excessively  To never attend parties Monotonous, difficult labor To become pulverized or sharp through friction To reduce to powder, or small fragments To wear down To create constant friction on hard materials  To rub roughly To… Continue reading grind