Set yourself free

Featuredthe author as a confident 20 year old. (1969)

The author, Mark Edward Jabbour, age nineteen, crossing East Maroon Creek, fifty years ago today. It was August of 1969 and I was camped on the east fork, across the water from the paved road, via my 1946 Willy's Jeep. I was spear fishing wild trout. It was summer break between my freshman and sophomore … Continue reading Set yourself free

Table Of Contents

  THE GREAT DEBATE: Book one 2019: Living Solo POST  / DATE Set Yourself Free. August 26, 2019 Living Solo. August 28, 2019 Living Solo, II. September 01, 2019 Writing is Thinking. September 03, 2019 Thinking of Drinking. September 05, 2019 Writing is Thinking, II. September 09, 2019 Thinking of Drinking, II. September 16, 2019 … Continue reading Table Of Contents

The Messiah Complex and the Treehouse

The messiah complex is a state of mind in which a person believes they are the savior of the world. Usually the person can be found on a street corner or a soapbox. Or in a treehouse. The Book is titled A Hunter-Gatherer's Guide to the 21st Century, co-authored by a middle-aged married couple. Both of … Continue reading The Messiah Complex and the Treehouse

George Bernard Shaw: “a Tolstoy with jokes”

It's true! Or a David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest 100 years 'prior to'. I was introduced to Shaw's play Pygmalion (1914) sixty some years ago. When my mother took me by the hand and made me accompany her to My Fair Lady, a modern version of the theater performance, staring Julie Andrews and Rex Harrison. I can't recall … Continue reading George Bernard Shaw: “a Tolstoy with jokes”

Screwed without A Kiss

was a rough thing to accept twenty years ago; and is no easier today. Or maybe it is? After all, I'm older and more accepting and grateful - to still be here. Or is it something else? complacency? burn out? hopelessness? Here's the story My favorite intellectual, Robert Wright, just posted a reflection and look … Continue reading Screwed without A Kiss

Birthdays

Today is my brother's 74th birthday. That's him, upper right. That's me upper left. The year was 1984. That's our father with the stovepipe hat and fake mustache. Also in the picture are our wives and children (including my two step-children). We're all 37 years older, except for our mother and father. They're diseased. There … Continue reading Birthdays

Father’s Day: five years later

Does it get any easier - the loss of the father? Short answer: no. Father's Day is a commercial ploy to make money. These days, what isn't? Nevertheless, the father is important. Because without him none of us would be here. My father was both a complicated and simple man. Simple because he was basically what a … Continue reading Father’s Day: five years later

Creeping Toward Oblivion

is what I'm doing. All of us are (even the 1%). We resist and seek relief - honestly or dishonestly. Knowingly or unknowingly, consciously or unconsciously. We do this passively or actively via self-promotion with the goal being self-preservation. The Avenue or path, or road, are many. And our unique journey will vary. It could … Continue reading Creeping Toward Oblivion

The Impractical Cabinetmaker, and ‘those people’

The Impractical Cabinetmaker (1979) was a book written by James Krenov, a Russian born, famous, fine-woodworker and philosopher. He has a lot to say about life and work, love and passion. Not unlike Sigmund Freud who intimated life was about nothing more than love and work. From Krenov's book: Not long ago I was asked: "What … Continue reading The Impractical Cabinetmaker, and ‘those people’