Kurt R.A. Giambastiani's Blog, page 2

Soft Reset

For about three months there has been one main question on my mind: What grade of cancer is it?

Stop

stop stop take a moment stop listen hear that? it’s life rushing past at the speed of sound the tiny earthquake of an infant’s wail squabbling chickadees on a dew-dropped branch a sink full of dishes the dog’s nails snare-drumming on the kitchen floor cars trucks vans cycles all shushing purring grumbling past a familiar […]

Disappeared

William Roper: “So, now you give the Devil the benefit of law!”Sir Thomas More: “Yes! What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil?”Roper: “Yes, I'd cut down every law in England to do that!”

The Lesson

What you are trying to teach me?To harm? To hurt? To hate?

MRI Playlist

It was during a recent MRI that I discovered how much my relationship to music has changed. I’d just been informed that this imaging session would include the use of a contrast agent, gadolinium, which was unexpected. I’ve had MRIs with contrast agents before—specifically back during our search for the cause of my TIA—and I […]

Depraved Indifference

If you’ve watched Law & Order, you’ve heard the term. “Depraved indifference” is a disregard for human life; it’s not that you intend to harm anyone, it’s that you just don’t care. With that as prologue, if I did something that any reasonable person could see might easily cause others harm, I could be accused […]

Media

I used to write you love letterswith age-old tools

Focal Points

If you are anything like me, this last fortnight has felt like it was two years long.

Quandary: To Write/To Scrap

The first anniversary of my retirement approaches, and it finally feel as if I am making headway. I am not complaining, but it has been a period of great transition. After nine months, I am finally sleeping more than 5–6 hours/night (usually), all of our insurances are now in post-retirement mode, almost all of the "big" household projects are complete, and the gardens are now have less of the "prettyish kind of a little wilderness" vibe and more of the "someone definitely lives here" vibe.

The Call

Bow, ye Faithful! Bow!For your creation comes forward