cultivating & crashing

an organic collection of notes, observations, and thoughts

Tag: alcohol


Volunteered at the used book sale today, got these books:

  • Blueprint for Counter Education (1970) — had enormous posters inside with weird hippie/political philosophy student rhetoric on it! It’s so cheesy, it’s cute.
  • I and Thou, Martin Buber
  • Not a Piano Key, Yaacov Luria
  • Science of Education and the Psychology of the Child, Jean Piaget
  • Foods of the World: Wines and Spirits
  • Socialist Humanism: An International Symposium, Erich Fromm

My book-acquiring behaviour reveals that I am still a big social sciences nerd and a big Jew, and a wino.



Years ago I was told by a yoga teacher “Cultivate your practice,” and I’ve come to believe that cultivating is the best way to go about living one’s life. At the end of Candide, Voltaire concurs, “Il faut cultiver notre jardin.” So I am cultivating my life: sowing the seeds I want to reap, tending to the fruits, learning from my mistakes, hoping to grow stronger and brighter over the seasons.

The other day Christine had a friend from work over for dinner. After the bruschetta, we continued with the wine until two bottles were gone. We ended up sort of sappy, but the point is that Dan mentioned a phrase from a movie that resonated so strongly I knew I had heard it and decided it was true long ago:

It’s the sense of touch. … We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

So in our world where we only touch to fuck or to fight, I am crashing.