Integrated person

I loved that she gave her kids homegrown vegetables and big glasses of sugary processed Kool-Aid right alongside. That is my favorite kind of integrated person. Some of each thing and not too much of any one.

– Gabrielle Hamilton, Blood, Bones & Butter

Murals at the Garden

With a profession that capitalizes on human relationships called fundraising, I at times think about the many layers of self that come out and project onto different people as different images, depending on circumstances, contexts, and the other person’s beliefs and expectations of the whole me. How does one remain professional and authentic?

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Mary Oliver, but with drums

In a way, Dirty Projectors are a musical equivalence of Mary Oliver’s poems: positive energy, reflection, meditation and the beauty of nature.  After all, attitude is the only thing we can truly be in control of, and Dirty Projectors’ music celebrates life even in the face of difficult truths.

Here is my housemate’s cover.





Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Beth on my bedroom wall

Who is Beth? You ask. Someone did. And why this picture?

Beth is one of Alex Prager‘s women. Like most of Prager’s women and Prager herself, Beth dresses in retro attire, caught in the middle of an act or in the midst of a situation. At a cursory glance, you delight in the glamor and style of Prager’s women. But when you want to go deeper, you also find traces of discomfort, despair, distance, desire, … and sometimes mass consumption and materialism. I discovered Alex Prager just a few weeks ago, when some of her works were displayed as part of “People, Power and Places” exhibition at Davidson College.

Babes in the woods