The Sense of Colors

I took a picture of the plant wit the red flowers in bloom in our garden, a testament to the summer but also to the summer’s passing and inevitable end. I continue to be astounded by the differences in quality we perceive when we look at colors, even though the wavelengths of light are so … Continue reading

The Search for a Genius

Today on my way back from work I went to Barnes and Nobles. I was compelled to go to the information desk. “I have an unusual request.” “Go right ahead.” “I forgot the name of the author.” “Do you know the title of the book?” “I’m afraid not.” “Is there something to go by?” “The … Continue reading

Nothing Resolved

It’s August already, the month after record-breaking July 2012, and nothing has been resolved.  The Republicans have NOT been coralled into an area the size of 10 acres in Nevada, to spend their time in 110 degree heat, to make them see the disadvantage of high temperatures resulting from global warming.  Mitt Romney has not … Continue reading

Rat’s Heart Swims Away

You get a sense of living in the wrong century when people around you decide to graft rat heart muscles into silicon to make an artificial jellyfish. When it gets zapped with electricity, it contracts rhythmically and swims like the real thing. I lack the imagination to come up with something comparable. I’m used to … Continue reading

Jury Duty

It’s the first time I’m doing jury duty, even though I’ve been American citizen since 1998. I suppose the court system of Albany (where I lived till April 2008) had fewer cases, or it never recognized me as an American. It’s an experience that makes me appreciate the long-ingrained sense of civil duty among Americans, … Continue reading

Trail Marker for Errant Balloons

On the Riverside Walk, near the 79th Street Boat Basin, there is a washed-out sign on the asphalt, of two sticks with circles drawn on top. Next to it is written “Trail Marker for Errant Balloons.” Since then I’ve been in deep thoughts, trying to imagine the rules of this game. Will balloons be released … Continue reading

Goethe Revisited: “A Timely Death”

I’ve been obsessed with the story of Goethe’s mother, who announced on Sep 11, 1808  that she was going to die two days hence.  It so happened that a Patrician family in Frankfurt close to the Goethes, the Manskopfs, is closely related to a branch that settled in Siegen, to which I belong.  So Frau … Continue reading

What Counts in the End?

I had this idea of making a fountain in my garden, and bought hardware and connecting hoses and a bag of cement. I would put the hardware in place with a scaffold and then make a mold around it and pour the concrete in the mold.  After I bought these things I put them into … Continue reading

Cowbird Story Telling

On February 23 I joined the Cowbird community, and it’s been on my mind since.  The idea of having people around the world sharing stories outside of commerce, outside of Hollywood aesthetics is refreshing.  It’s the equivalent of the Moth oral  experience with its own peculiar format in which one picture is matched with a … Continue reading

Spring sprang

It’s this time again, of enjoying spring exuberance, and at the same time the feeling of powerlessness, of the inability to put the feeling into words. Instead, wanting to express it all, we are reduced to making a sweeping gesture with our hand, saying, “look at this! Isn’t this magnificent?” And secretly we are searching … Continue reading

Residues of Chewing Gum

Few people I see nowadays chew chewing gum, but the damage has already been done. I mean the 25,000 quarter-sized black patches that grace the platforms of subway stations, but particularly the one on 168th Street. In terms of the theory that links urban crime with tolerance for dilapidation, I would expect the 168th Street … Continue reading

The Steins

The Metropolitan Museum: Little did I know Gertrude Stein had siblings (like Leo Stein) who also made a mark on their time. The exhibit is overwhelming in its scope — the pictures by Picasso alone make the trip worth. But it is the realization that Gertrude’s Salon has forever changed the history of art that … Continue reading

Real-Time Fiction

A few weeks ago I received a book in the mail, entitled The New Theory of Consciousness, by an author named Delanin Fedahunsy. The accompanying marketing letter by his assistant gave me two choices, either to keep the book and send a $10 check to a specified address, or to send the book back. There … Continue reading

Left and Right Brain

Once in a while I used to go to the blog GET VISUAL, run by David Brickman. David is a gifted photographer whom I know from Albany. The blog is always a great pleasure to read; it covers arts exhibits along the Hudson Valley, centered in Albany, but also often ventures all the way into … Continue reading

Paternoster

Today, on the elevator of the 168th Street Subway stop, a man decided to recite Our Father in Heaven. “Padre nuestro que estás en el Cielo,” he said, “santificado sea tu nombre, venga a nosotros tu Reino . . . “. There are no laws against this since the elevator is not a classroom. Still, … Continue reading

Life Without Broom

I have often been in a position to decide if it’s worth to get a broom, or even a vacuum cleaner to pick up detritus from the floor, detritus being defined, in Wiki, as particulate matter of either organic or inorganic origin. In its appearance among others accumulated on the floor, each particle has lost … Continue reading

Confidence Interval

There is a term in statistics, confidence interval, the sound of which should make me very comfortable since it invokes fuzzy feelings – it sounds as though it is a span of time where we can approach things in a positive way, without fear. But then, upon further reflection, the feeling of comfort dissipates, since … Continue reading

My Unidentified Plant

I have an unidentified utterly exotic almost extraterrestrial plant in my place; it does not seem to exist in botanical databases, except since I don’t know the name I can’t check this conclusively. If I had the name then I might find it. I would like to be able to type into a search site, … Continue reading

Septal Fun

The tattooed man in the subway had with him an entire bag of implants, if implants is the correct word. He made it quite clear that he had a septal perforation in his nose, and demonstrated it with wires of all sorts of shapes. Some of these were straight, and others looked like a paperclip … Continue reading

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