My sense of faith, in the secular sense, is tested by my odd sense of careerism. Too often concerned about success, I become frozen by whatever Big Idea I'm chasing at the time and neglect the ordinary, plugging-away-at-it work I should be doing. If I were to have faith that actually doing the work would... Continue Reading →
The "presentism" diagnosed by Douglas Rushkoff in his book Present Shock has now, in this shelter-in-place era of COVID-19, revealed its most neurotic symptoms: near-total absorption into the endless stream of news and commentary, mental fluttering without end, and yet, a near-total inability to say anything. Or to write anything. For me, at least. Setting... Continue Reading →
