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Art and Artifice

Art and Artifice

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A year ago I moved this blog to a new site. It seemed a big deal at the time, and still is in a way. The old site was like a well-loved but outgrown home. It had small rooms and creaky corners, but I knew its quirks.

Now A Walker in the Suburbs lives in a new place that I’m only beginning to understand. SEO? At least I know the letters stand for Search Engine Optimization. Meta description? I try to write one every day. Social support? Rarely, I admit.

It’s the eternal struggle between inspiration and presentation, between art and artifice. For me, this blog is still about the words on the page, not how those words move through the ether. I began the blog with that purpose — and I honor it still.

(The village of Kaysersberg, France provides a “frame” through which you can photograph it. More art and artifice.)

Generations

Generations

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I’m picking my way through the book Generations by Jean M. Twenge, and it’s making me feel better about things. “Generational change is not just about individual people changing; it’s about cultural norms shifting.”

Layered within our daily interactions with each other and with people of different ages, then, is the steady creak of cultural change.

And there’s a reason why generational shifts seem to be happening ever more quickly: It took decades for half the country to start using a landline phone, but within five years of its debut half the country owned a smartphone. As the pace of technological change quickens so does the pace of generational change.

No wonder my head is spinning.

Farewell to Blogspot

Farewell to Blogspot

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On February 7, 2010, when I wrote the first Walker in the Suburbs post, I knew only that I wanted to share a few thoughts with the world. I had no idea if I could keep blogging until the end of the month. Now, almost 15 years later, it’s time to move A Walker in the Suburbs to a new home. Truth to tell, it outgrew Blogspot long ago, but until now I’ve lacked the time and will to switch sites. 

Starting tomorrow, October 1, 2024, you can find A Walker in the Suburbs here. The content won’t change, but the design is updated, and you’ll be able to subscribe and comment.

Meanwhile, as I say goodbye to this platform, I think of all that’s happened since it began, the writing I’ve done; the people who are gone and the ones who’ve just arrived; how our world has changed. 

How grateful I am to have this opportunity to connect with all of you, to share my love of walking and place. Thank you, as always, for reading. I hope you enjoy the new Walker in the Suburbs. 

Another Meta Post

Another Meta Post

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Yesterday’s post was meta, as I think about the blog itself in preparation for launching it on a new platform soon. This has been long in the works, and on my mind for years. 

When it comes right down to it, though, I’m finding it difficult to make the leap. Which reminds me of a central truth: change is difficult. This is as true for small decisions — turning right rather than left at the corner when I stroll the neighborhood — as it is for larger ones, like moving a blog of 14 years. 

But change is also essential. More and more so as the years move on, I’ve noticed. 

And so, this Blogspot home will soon be history. I’ll keep you posted as I make the move — and I hope you’ll make it with me. Don’t worry. It will take a few days. These things always do. 

Every Verse

Every Verse

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“Second verse, same as the first,” goes a line from an old Herman’s Hermits song. 

Two verses used to be the limit for the processional and recessional hymns at my church. But there’s a new music director in town, an organist no less, and he plays all four verses of every entering and leaving song.

Is it my imagination, or is there a certain restlessness as we plunge into verse four of the entrance hymn, a narrowly avoided temptation to glance at the watch? 

As for the recessional, people are voting with their feet. This morning, about half the congregation left before the last notes of “The Church’s One Foundation” sounded and the postlude began, organ chords thundering down from on high. 

This is how we’re supposed to leave the sanctuary, I thought, as I made my way to the holy water font and out the door — caught up in a marvelous swell of sound. 

(This organ is from San Bartolome Church, Seville, Spain, not my church. I wish!)

Charting Time

Charting Time

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It’s only a baby habit, just getting started, but I’ve decided to keep a time chart, noting on my (paper) calendar what I’m doing and when. 

Time flows differently these days, it eddies and it stalls and sometimes it swirls by so quickly that I barely see the ripples it leaves behind. 

So rather than wondering each day, where does the time go, I will try to chart it as it flies. 

A noble experiment, yes? 

We’ll see. 

The “R Word”

The “R Word”

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This week, I’ve begun to share the news with colleagues that, come May, I will start a new phase of life, one without the grind of daily work-for-pay. You might say I’m “retiring,” though that’s a loaded word in my vocabulary.

Writers seldom retire, but editorial directors for international development organizations do, so I’ll use their nomenclature when necessary. 

The fact of the matter, though, is that I don’t much care for the “R word.” It sounds like Bermuda shorts and golf courses and happy gray-haired couples staring off into the sunset. 

Which won’t look much like what I’ll be doing, which is writing and peddling my work, not so much a new thing as an old one with a twist — a return to the freelance world I inhabited happily for decades but with less of the financial pressure. 

Still, it’s an adjustment, one I’ve been mulling over privately for months — and one I can finally mull over publicly here. 

Farewell to the Spinet

Farewell to the Spinet

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When the moment finally came, it was nothing at all like what I thought it would be — as moments  seldom are. I worried that my dear, sweet Wurlitzer spinet, the piano Mom and Dad had bought on the rent-to-purchase plan when I was a kid, would have to leave here in the instrument equivalent of a body bag, bound for what I’ve heard described as “that great concert hall in the sky.”

I’d been dithering over this for years — knowing that if I was to continue to play, the spinet would have to go, but being unable and unwilling to get rid of the instrument on which I plunked my first scales, practiced for hours a day in high school, and accompanied the girls when they were young musicians. 

It finally dawned on me that I was going about this the wrong way. To get rid of the spinet, I would need to fall in love with its replacement. So last Saturday I ventured out to a piano showroom in a mall not far from here, intending only to look and see what was there. 

What was there was a used Schimmel studio with a top you can prop up like a baby grand and a tone and touch that sent shivers down my spine. It was more than I was planning to spend but they were willing to take the spinet on trade! That clinched the deal, and the day before yesterday, the spinet left the house in a piano truck safely belted and blanketed, perhaps on its way to another young pianist.

Meanwhile, I can’t stop playing the new piano, which fills the house with its sonorous sound. I would say I don’t know what took me so long — but, of course, I do. 

Baby Step

Baby Step

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Tonight I take a baby step toward my next life: a webinar for a course of graduate study I have in mind. I have no idea if this will work out, if it will be what I think it can be, or even if I want to apply. But I won’t begin unless I know more, so hearing them out seems a good way to begin.

As I watch our grandson become more alert, as I marvel at his first smiles, I realize, all over again, how much change is a part of life. Babies change weekly — no, daily! — and older children almost as quickly. But as we get older change becomes the enemy. The body fights it and the mind does, too.

So the question becomes, how to build change and challenge into life? Work provides this for me, but it won’t always. Study seems like a perfect substitute: pushing the mind to new frontiers. Or at least that’s the plan. As with so much these days, all I can say is … we’ll see …

Catching Up

Catching Up

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Saturdays are usually for catching up, for buying groceries and running errands, for cleaning the house and doing the laundry. 

Today I’m posting this blog using a new browser, which is a different kind of catching up, the technological kind, one I’m less familiar with and not very good at. The switch is not altogether by choice. It’s been progressively more difficult to write posts using the previous interface, and an older browser wasn’t helping. 

So now there’s a new browser and a new back end for the posting process and … it’s anybody’s guess what this will look like once I press publish.