essaysbysean.blogspot.com A grey Monday afternoon. November the eleventh. I am back home at my small writing table. I did not go to drink beer with veterans after the Remembrance Day Ceremony, because I attended alone. I haven’t had a survivor guilt dream for (I think) a decade. Back when my platoon had our ten year […]
Learning Fine Art, Sans Martians
essaysbysean.blogspot.com If fine art finds some people as oblivious as Martians then maybe that’s from people turning away from two sorts of time. I sympathize. There is the time needed to learn: Training the eye and heart to appreciate the best. Which is nice to do, but who has the time for learning to enjoy […]
Martian Machine Passing Parthenon
essaysbysean.blogspot.com “Martian Machine Passing Parthenon” Being the title of a photolithograph, from after the War of the Worlds. Prologue Chief Engineer Gordon Malloy of “The Orville” (TV) in Lasting Impressions: “We look at these images of people who lived hundreds of years ago, and they’re so distant looking, that it’s easy to think that they […]
The Padded Chair Tourist by a Cliff
seanessay.com The nice thing about living on the flat prairie with a splendid network of roads is: Any time I feel a surge of FOMO, off I go. Open road! I hope you too are getting out. Being proud of this great country, I am pleased when I see a “Dairy Queen” or a “Main […]
Surfing Fear, Approaching Myself
essaysbysean.blogspot.com Preface I often write to Derek Sivers, commenting on his 80 hours of being interviewed on podcasts. (link) Dear Derek, Greetings from a “writer.” Two truths Derek, I enjoy the truths you say, as they are personally useful. Especially, “How we spend our time reveals our true values.” And secondly, “It is a mistake […]
Dirt, Dudes and Clutter
seanessay.com Eh? Gender? Me? The name “Sean,” like actress “Sean” Young of Bladerunner, and Stripes, as in so many Celtic names, is non binary. (Dana, Beverly, Riley, Shirley, Kelly, Brett, Reece, Robin, Casey, Morgan, Kim, Carroll, Quinn and more)Today, binary-wise, you may call me “Dude.” I sympathized when a baffled young woman asked me: “Do […]