Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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A Well Wound Ball
The Festival countdown has begun. In two weeks it will be here, and when it hits I’ll work 12 to 14 hour days for 10 days straight. A lot of it’s amazing — filmmakers from around the world, outstanding movies, and contagious excitement. It’s good to be a part of something infused with so much…
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A Bit on Bread and Other Things
In first grade we had to submit our favorite recipe to be included in the classroom cookbook as a gift for Mother’s Day. I submitted Challah Bread and for the next 18 years the only bread I made was Challah. It has always been my mom’s go-to bread for holidays. It has been mine for…
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House Vacation
This year for our anniversary we decided to take an extended Labor Day weekend, splurge on a few nice meals out (Shalimar, Siam Square), eat all the ice cream we could ever want, and enjoy being at home. Each morning we chose whatever adventure sounded best for the day. This took the form of reading…
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Plush
This is the year of Baby. Most of the babes arriving have been born to my friends, but the latest in the bunch was born to a friend of Regan. Regan and the proud new papa are former college roommates who are now co-workers and frequent Xbox Live players. In thinking of a “practical” baby…
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Tomatoes
I’m a big fan of growing tomatoes, but not a huge fan of eating them plain. I simply like how prolific they are. The fact they multiply without much effort on my part makes them my favorite part of our mildly productive garden. That and the green peppers. This weekend we maxed out on tomato…
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My Moon Suit
In no way have I mastered the art of making shapeless clothing out of knit fabric, but I’ve really been wanting to move on and conquer my fear of darts and zippers. Lately I’ve been pulling out some fitted patterns to attempt. Last weekend I began building what has potential to be a lovely summer…
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Ahoy, Matey!
I squealed out loud and clapped my hands when I read our neighborhood newsletter and learned 200 tons (TONS!) of sand were going to be dumped in our park so that sand artists could build a pirate ship. Regan, Jack and I have watched the progress on our nightly walks over the last month and now…
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Blueprint
A few weekends ago I watched my niece enjoying a fashion program on Bravo. She looked so intense, commenting on the folds of the fabric, the shape, the style. For a second I lost sight of the fact she was 11. I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun to design a shirt for her?” So I…
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Manly Men
Sometimes I go to Goodwill with hopes of finding some fabulous fabric. Sometimes I throw down $0.99 when I’ve found the perfect one. Let’s check out a close up. Lot’s of mountain men enjoying nature as one should — half naked and wearing coy expressions. It’s currently a pillowcase (a single pillowcase made of this fabric…
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Waging the Battle
I used to have daydreams about which town would claim me. As a twelve-year-old who hoped to someday see her name in lights, I envisioned signs welcoming visitors to Small Town, IN or Small Town, MN with: WELCOME TO (whatever city claims me) Population 5,000 Home of Claire Ellen My upbringing was split between these…
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