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Curated by Tanner Latham & Jennifer Davick
All in Writing
In a lifetime of walking in the woods, plains, gullies, mountains, I have found that the body has no more vulnerable sense than being lost.
We believe that clouds are unjustly maligned and that life would be immeasurably poorer without them. We pledge to fight 'blue-sky thinking' wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony all day.
At the Kunstsammlung in Zurich, I watched a thousand-year-old Chinese woman with a cane look at a Sisley for more than an hour.
The pursuit of official certainty has bred an epistemological uncertainty. I no longer worry that a game will swing on a bad call, but I constantly worry that I will end up cheering for a fiction.
The big question for those of us jaded with the modern game of ping-pong was whether the great Marty Reisman, just one grey hair short of 70 but still refusing the rest owing to old age, was far enough advanced on his comeback trail to lift another U.S. Open Hardbat title.
