Month: October 2017

  • This living hand

    This living hand

    John Keats: This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou […]

  • Warm, nameless spaces

    Warm, nameless spaces

    As I was walking through Center City last week, past 12th Street toward Broad, this incredible little restaurant with large open alley doors and warm, bright interior stunned me by its sheer unexpectedness. Happening upon places like this, with their little worlds of activity playing out right in front of you and welcoming you to…

  • Warby Parker

    I didn’t need glasses until maybe two years ago, when I realized how difficult it had become to make out the details of road signs and other distant things. After visiting an optometrist in, I think, 2013 and the arrival of my first Warby Parkers a week or two later, I was amazed to realize…

  • Specialization

    Matías Ventura Bausero writes on “the shallowness of specialization,” which is that it can furnish a false sense of comprehension even at the same time that it creates a rigid, self-referential frame of thinking. He’s from Montevideo, in Uruguay, and so there are some words in here that might seem strange. It’s a good reflection…

  • Center City rain showers

    Earlier this week I was in our office at the Terri Schiavo Life & Hope Network, whose windows look out over Logan Circle in Center City Philadelphia, when one of those massive, heavy rain showers swept from the west across the city. It felt more like a summer rain shower than an autumn one, but…