what is the sound of reflection? Droplets drumming ripstop nylon? Hard shoes and suitcases hitting cobblestones? Gentle voices from down the way? I can't hear the meaning, but feel the intent. Introspection has a soundtrack. It's not quite music. It's close enough, but simultaneously far. It is isolated details, still part the whole, insisting one pays attention. It is an aural invitation to reflect. A gentle rain suspends the noise if I let it. Keep chasing lights. Gunnar More information on...

broken? "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;" The third line in W.B. Yeats' The Second Coming is playing on repeat in my head. That makes some sense, given the times we live in today are not unlike 1919 when he wrote the poem. Russia was in turmoil, technology was shifting rapidly, political and economic systems were out of control. Eventually, things did fall apart. And then like Japanese Kintsugi pottery, people mended the cracks in the world, sometimes with gold, sometimes with...

funny? Falling flat, losing your balance, possibly suffering injury or at least a bruised ego. How could that be funny? Years ago I tried to lighten up a professional trade conference. I pulled out a t-shirt cannon and watched the fabric missiles sail over the audience's heads and to the back row. It was a terrible idea. Not because anyone was hurt, but because the joke didn't land. The room was silent. What on earth was I thinking? I moved on and hoped that it might be forgotten. But then,...