Monthly Archives: August 2017

About the time I clicked record, a garbage truck groaned by. I’m not sure but I think that might be the right metaphor for today’s talk.

It’s a longish ramble to get to Picasso by way of Mary Catherine Bateson and Nietzsche, but I do get there in the end. Footnote: The white flower I mention is apparently a White Prickly Poppy (Argemone albiflora). I’ve never … Continue reading →

I talked a lot about identity and how mine has changed over the years.