May your days be hairy, and bright.
And may all your puppy dogs be white.
I’m dreaming of a white puppy
Just like the ones I used to pet
Where the Labs are wagging
And the hounds are dragging
Their ears, blithely to the vet.
I’m dreaming of a white puppy
With every furry friend I see
May your dogs be givers of glee
And may all your puppy dogs lack fleas.
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
Does righteousness have a sound? Can good intentions be heard in the language of music? Saxophonist/composer Dan Blake’s new recording, Da Fe, attempts an aural answer to those questions, and the results are convincing. A Buddhist, social justice warrior, and former member of the Esperanza Spalding band, Blake’s values are deeply humanist and compassionate; on the...
