Rites of spring

robin-on-roofThe birds here know it’s Spring. Yesterday, I awoke to the song of a single robin, loud enough to disturb my attempts to return to sleep, and I came downstairs to find him perched on the peak of the (otherwise) disused playhouse in our backyard, warbling away. Nothing was going to stop him from his appointed task, which I presume was finding a mate. Even my two dogs barreling out of the house, down the stairs and into the yard toward him neither disturbed his song nor sent him to flight. He warbled on for at least an hour, claiming his place in the world. Continue reading

Words matter: Minuscule

origami clothing

Origami clothing is relatively minuscule, don’t you think?

The word is minuscule, people—not miniscule.

Also, if you’re interested, it has an opposite: majuscule (though majuscule is used only in reference to type fonts, which was the original usage of minuscule as well).

That’s all.

Words matter.

I Am Not Your Negro: Go see It

“The story of the Negro in America is the story of America. It is not a pretty story.”

-James Baldwin

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Photo by Allan Warren (Own work) CC BY-SA 3.0 or GFDL, via Wikimedia Commons

Over at Escape Into Life, I have a new “Accidental Critic” review posted, reflecting on the film “I Am Not Your Negro.” Now playing in downtown Chicago and coming in May to Oak Park  (for one day only), “I Am Not Your Negro” is based on author James Baldwin’s notes for an unfinished project in which he planned to examine the slayings of Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King Jr. – all friends of his. Continue reading