the post calvin

In Defense of Brutalism

Brutalism just deserves some sympathy.

In the silence of isolation, the noise has never been louder.

I felt like I was leaving a piece of my soul in Boston, in Orchard House, in the bookstores, in the North Bridge Inn in Concord.

The invention of the egg carton is one of those delightful historical tidbits that almost begs to be symbolic.

I humbly suggest that we cease being ignorant optimists and start being realistically hopeful.

Being outside makes me a better person. I can’t explain it.

People are storied, first, before they are instructed.

Folksy places have their dark side.

What do you know about anyone beyond what you want to see and what they allow you to see?

Praising goodness demands much less than participating in it.