Siri, show me cognitive dissonance He stares, seemingly off into space. But his eyes periodically shift downward, towards the rapidly growing numbers. 200000 250000 300000 I don’t know if he’s numb to pain or actively questioning his decision But he seems to have made peace with the fact that he has chosen to drive an …
Author Archives: Radutti
Poker Might
So every night for a month, I have to post a small moment, personal narrative. How small a moment? Well, it kind of depends. If I’m inspired, I spend a lot more time on it. The thing is, I have to consider who my audience is, and why I’m writing it, all the stuff that …
Overheard
But the most unrealistic and ludicrous part of that song is that there’s a street called Muffin Lane
Checkpoint Too
He sits, waiting for us, every day Perched in the doorway, perfectly balanced, just across the way from the primary school. He’s next door to the pop up pho restaurant, across from the countless bikes, schoolchildren just dismounted and sneaking across the road for their breakfast. Morning pho, of course. It’s rush hour at the …
Heat
Somebody left the door open Fresh out the shower, I step across the tiles It’s heat I pursue today. I peer at the bright red digital numbers on the panel 73 That should do it Normally when I pull open the sticky cedar door, the metal catch wrestles with me, just enough to make a …
Checkpoint One
Our commute is dotted with checkpoints. I breathe in. As I round the bend next to the lake and gun into the straightaway, I see the crew. The early morning meditators. Perched, still, mindful statues on thin pillows. In winter months this group of seven huddles for warmth and dresses for the cool. These days …
Philadelphia
I’m lucky enough to have a classroom up the stairs. There’s a great view of the footie pitch, so on a daily basis, recess for 120 kids provides full entertainment and distraction. It’s a screechy layer of four to five chaotic footie matches, all sound and fury, all happening, all at once. We’ve been talking …
Shadows
As we make our way through the cool evening back towards home I’m distracted, again. Riding a motorbike through traffic in Hanoi is today a meditation Unfortunately when I meditate, I am often sprinting off, to another time and place My mind is a rabbit Darting here and there, Looking for something, not sure what …
Good News and Bad
Team I have good news and bad news Which do you want first? The kids are deeply ensconced in their freshly-borrowed books, I’m hesitant to jump in and interrupt. But we don’t have a choice. They peek their heads up at me and a few of them immediately respond The bad news Well, the bad …
On Zombies
I’m not sure that I should watch a series about zombies But I can’t help myself. I’ve never been a zombie person. They either freak me out (I’m a big scaredy cat), or I just think the whole concept is ridiculous, even the notion of ourselves turning madly against ourselves, falls apart with even the …
Get Up Eight 