A dictionary defines going down the rabbit hole as a metaphor for something that transports someone into a surreal state or situation. That’s exactly what immersive technology can do. I first started experimenting with this almost twenty years when the early technology became widely available in 2003. I lost my enthusiasm because of my errant
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I love music, but I don’t play. However, I am extremely fortunate to have married a true artist who writes, composes, and produces beautiful music: Laura Baron! On Feb 28, she releases her next album, Breakfast with Buddha. And, COVID-19 notwithstanding, there will be a concert! This time it will be on YouTube. Click here
I have been looking for a new brain stretch. I have wanted to learn something that takes me in new directions, requires new kinds of physical skills, new ways of thinking, and new neural growth. So, this last summer I chose three areas to pursue: drawing, playing an instrument, and Hindi. I will add them
All over the world, people sweep. It’s ancient. It is the ritual of preparing, clearing, and cleaning our space. When we sweep we put things in order, arranging our world. When I used to perform street theater I would sometimes begin by sweeping the “stage,” the place where the performance was about to take place.
How many colors can we see? Around 4 million, but all of them are combinations of just three colors that our eyes are designed to see: red, blue, and green. There are three kinds of color-detecting cells in our retinas, and the precision of each is known. All those millions of colors come from combinations
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When Martin Luther King, Jr, prepared his remarks for his speech in front of the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington he originally planned to make it short and low-key. He was thinking about the broad audience that he would be addressing. The original printed version of his speech does not even have one
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My mother, Diana Weaver Kahan, was a poet. Not a published poet, but a lover of poetry who read to me regularly and occasionally wrote her own. Above is her picture on her honeymoon with my father. I was particularly fond of this poem she wrote in 2004: Because I have children I eat strawberries,
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The key for me in all areas where I either want to improve my life or must admit I have fallen short: self-compassion. It doesn’t always come easy, but when I feel the most out of balance or wanting, self-compassion is my go-to intent. As a consequence, I have read a good deal on it
After I graduated with a BA in mathematics I started graduate school. At the same time, at the age of 20, I started an experimental theater company, Waggo Makes Connexxions. We performed in vacant lots, parks, and the county library. That’s me above, taking a bow with my troupe after our second performance. The picture
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As the northern hemisphere enters the colder months and today is the Winter Solstice, when the longest night prevails, I thought it appropriate to express love, loyalty, and enthusiasm for that which draws us closer to the Mystery of Life. In that spirit, I am sharing this poem by Mary Oliver: Whistling Swans Do you
