Marcia E. Letaw's Blog, page 3
January 22, 2017
New York, New York
Protestors walk down 42nd Street near Grand Central Terminal during the Women’s March in New York City at Dag Hammarskjold Plaza. Nicole Craine for The New York Times
Seattle, Washington
Source: Karen Ducey/Getty Images North America)
Million Women March
Thanks to the New York Daily News for this photo of the record breaking march in Washington DC.
January 19, 2017
The Museum of Eterna’s Novel
The Book of all books, the set of all sets, timeless, eternal, without beginning or end: That is The Museum of Eterna’s Novel. Is that all I have to say: No, but in the future I will speak around it, for all that there is, is contained within those 238 pages, a kind of infinity that reminds one of a circle or a sphere or a hypersphere. I must admit that I have not actually completed the reading of La Novela because it is impossible, for as soon as a page or chapter or section or sentence is...
March 23, 2016
Scaling Infinity (Episode 5)
“Focus, that’s what I am, not a real person. What about you, what situation are you grown out of?”
“Hmm, my accent doesn’t give me away?”
“I wouldn’t call myself an expert on American accents except Daddy’s; he’s from New Jersey.”
“Houston, Texas. Land of oil barons and heart surgeons and extreme Republicans; maybe you’ve heard of the Tea Partiers,” he apologized. “My parents planned on me studying engineering in the land of the Aggies. When I told them that my intended was the University of...
March 11, 2016
Scaling Infinity (Episode 4)
Tom and I spent the remainder of the day tarrying here, tarrying there: a lesson in how to chill. The climbing was, as Tom would say—awesome—even though the only vista I experienced was an intimate look at that conveniently high warehouse ceiling. Tom said I was a native climber and just didn’t know it. Maybe he was right, or maybe he was merely setting me up. I was so drunk on all the new experiences that my defensive systems shut down leaving me naked and vulnerable to Tom’s charm. After th...
March 4, 2016
Chess Story
In 1942, after sending a manuscript to his publisher, Stefan Zweig committed suicide. Chess Story was that manuscript; Chess Story is his suicide note.
I’ve always been strongly opposed to dividing by two, saying things like: there are two kinds of people: introverts and extroverts; maximizers and minimizers; good guys and bad guys. All of these are false dichotomies designed to make simple that which is extremely complex; the brain after all is the most complicated system in the universe. Fr...
February 25, 2016
Scaling Infinity (Episode 3)
“If you’re looking for an example of anti-green architecture, this building could be your poster child. Yup, used for the warehousing of millions of dead bodies during the rapacious campaign to exterminate our forests.”
“You’re very onionated aren’t you?”
“Actually, I avoid onions like the plague. Women, you know, do not appreciate bad breath.”
I was stupefied by my stupidity and turned away intending escape, for if I turned my back on this proposed expansion of my narrow universe, all embarr...
