Tuesday, July 18, 2017


This is part 6 of the “summer 2017” project.

Saturday, July 15, 2017


Part 5 of the “summer 2017” project has been done, “opening again.”

I didn’t have time to update the gedavis.com home page this week, but
I refined the earlier update a little.

July 1

I so want to complete Cycle 1 of cohering.net. But organizing free associative notes for the rest of “mind evolving” differentiates itself into themes that become new topics, and the mitosis seems to be endless, like a receding horizon on a highway. No well-groomed highway, more like your archetypal hiking trail. Yet, I love it, no thanks to neglected “home work.”

I don’t wanna talk about it.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

philologist saunters by glade

There is no pure beginning.... The Oxford University Press 30%-off sale online caused me to see that there were no new books I have to have this week (a relief: I don’t know what to do with the ones I have, apart from the hundred-or-so supposed to be priorities for near-term prospecting). But I realized I really want to see what’s what with David Sobel’s From Valuing to Value, which is available at the library. So, out I went.

Tuesday, May 09, 2017

archetropal spring day to never forget

Beautiful day—and short line at the grocery checkout. Lucky me. The only thing ahead on the conveyor belt was a huge bottle of vodka (half gallon!)—which seemed odd, but none of my business. Someone’s pretty stupid about alcohol, I might have thought (if I’d given it my attention).

I put my stuff on behind the bottle. A short old man in front of me was bubbly, talking with a middle-aged woman who was enjoying him immensely, also helping him pay with his plastic card. I was in no hurry, but didn’t really notice them (but recall in retrospect—before I forget).

“I’m 95!,” he heralded to her, which she cheerfully praised. This caused me to turn toward him. He didn’t look 95. So, I joked. “You’re not 95!” He turned to me, looking surprised through his thick lens, bubbly as, say, a 70 year-old.

I said, “You don’t look 95.” Grinning, seeming flattered, he finished his purchase.