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The visual arts have been at the center of my life from my earliest memories....

The Blog of Innocence was started in 2008 with the motivating desire to write...

This is my first book of poems. I offer these poems to you as a gift.

This essay examines the human experience of wearing masks and playing roles. ...

In this essay, I discuss Michiko Kakutani's New York Times article, "Texts Wi...

In this essay, I begin by discussing the movie, "We Live in Public," about th...

In this essay, I talk about how blogging and technology has affected my devel...

Self-medication is the use of drugs or self-soothing forms of behavior to tre...

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in d...

I have a confession to make. I haven't been able to finish reading an enti...

Even a casual trip through cyberspace will turn up evidence of hostility, sel...

What is it to be an artist? I admire art. I'm writing reviews of illustrat...

For one thing, I came to understand that innocence, not nihilism, was my real...

For about four months, I've had a certain routine. I wake up (at whatever tim...

my cats are eager to know what I do in my garage and so is my father-- I...

I like to think of myself as someone who is re-drafting and re-drafting his l...

Out of the cloudy liquid comes joy--a pure, admirable feeling then there ...

the anxious child beating in my heart is you furious whirling child of disc...

the magic night that caught us by surprise the sudden emptiness that followe...

On the surface, Facebook is a narcissistic distraction from daily life. It pr...

I actually have some capital to put toward my idea. My mother died about five...

After this crisis is over--if our economy is to regenerate and be given a sec...

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