When you’re on a boat, you don’t have much, but it’s seldom not enough. When a need becomes known, sharing occurs quickly and naturally.
Steve Jobs was meeting a need we had never voiced, but he heard it nevertheless. He must have.
When how much we care outstrips how much we know, we find ways to match the two. Rumors and innuendo fill the gap. Conspiracy theories breed in the darkness of not knowing.
Its purity somehow makes it both dark and bright. “It almost hurts to look at it,” observed Blake Day, his undergraduate student and a Willamette High School graduate. “Almost” is the operative word.
When a Charlottesville protester loses her life, or a friend loses his job, or our President loses his cool — those are the huffing and puffing moments that remind us of life’s peril.
If your feet don’t hurt from marching, look for a bandwagon beneath them.
Our legal system makes allowance for those who are culpable but not cogent. The insane get special protections. The inane may also.
Spend an hour in the Safeway near campus on a Friday evening and you’ll see that giving students plenty of choices doesn’t necessarily give them the skill to choose between them. In fact, it’s often the reverse.
Work was no longer constant and unending, so the idea of not working became intoxicating. We embraced “after work” but now it threatens to strangle us.
I’ve never been much of a gardener. I respect others who toil in the soil, but I’d rather dig through research books and plant ideas in people’s heads. I know the leverage in language better than a