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  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    Typhoon George

    By: Gregory Light - Jun 10th, 2026

    The thought caught Joey, broadside. Yeah, he mused, slumping back into the plush leather sofa George's company thoughtfully provided out in reception, maybe that's it? He's being fired.

  • Consistency in the Ordinary

    By: Cheng Tong - Jun 16th, 2026

    This is the second writing in the trilogy, a supporting essay to The Alchemical Ash. The third will come in two weeks.

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    Calculating the Days

    By: Gregory Light - Jun 18th, 2026

    To Joey, barely eleven years old in 1962, flipping a penny one million times did not seem an unreasonable task. He wasn't sure how big it was—he knew it was big—but it was a number he'd heard people use in connection with lots of things, so it had to have an end. Some people, like Diane's father, even made a million dollars in one year.

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    Dan Spear

    By: Gregory Light - Jun 28th, 2026

    It was the truth. Well, close. His mother had said something like that after another dumb incident with his uncle. It had happened one evening when Frederick—having nothing better to do, Joey guessed—nudged his nephew with his foot while they were watching television and mused that if he dropped Joey's baseball and his rubber eraser from the same height, they would both hit the floor at the same time.

  • What's Next

    Tabula Rasa

    By: Cheng Tong - Jun 30th, 2026

    In the early 2000s, there was a popular television drama, The West Wing, that followed the hyper-fast, high-stakes lives of the political elite inside the White House. Whenever the fictional president finished a grueling debate, resolved a global crisis, or wrapped up a staff meeting, he would look around the room, slap his hands together, and utter a signature two-word phrase: “What’s next?”

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    Jo and Joe

    By: Gregory Light - Jul 08th, 2026

    College Days. And then a flood of warm nostalgia. It startled Joey, catching him unaware, the unlikely cause tumbling out of a two-day-old edition of The Times which he'd dragged out of the dustbin after breakfast. He had purchased the newspaper on his way back from the aborted lunch with McDougal but had been too incensed to read it. Now it sat on his lap, jolting his memory and attaching his attention to a short, news-in-brief item at the bottom of the page.

  • The Alchemy of Mapo Doufu

    Cooking as a Daoist Art

    By: Cheng Tong - Jul 14th, 2026

    Ultimately, the alchemy of Mapo Doufu reminds us that the spiritual path is not a matter of retreating into a sterile, bland world free of friction. We do not find exceptional health or internal peace by avoiding the sharp, spicy, or intense elements of life.

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    The Report Card

    By: Gregory Light - Jul 16th, 2026

    By the time summer of 1962 finally came around, shelving another endless year of school, Joey had tossed his 1936 penny with the strange dot exactly one thousand, three hundred and seventeen times. Sad, he admitted. Less than four hundred a month. And, to his amazement, he had checked off six hundred and ninety-one heads and six hundred and twenty-six tails.

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    Gone With the Wind

    By: Gregory Light - Jul 22nd, 2026

    'Gary?' Joey called, his voice slipping into sound in the darkness of his London bedroom. He couldn't sleep. He was seated at his table, flipping his penny.

  • The Long Exhale

    Making Waves

    By: Cheng Tong - Jul 28th, 2026

    To face the end of our physical time is not a medical failure, nor is it a tragedy or a battle to be fought to the bitter end. It is the ultimate expression of Wu Wei—effortless action. We are not fighting a losing war against time; we are participating in the natural, necessary exhalation of the Dao.

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    The Promise

    By: Gregory Light - Jul 29th, 2026

    Joey promised Gary that he would not let him die. 'I promise you, Gary,' Joey said softly in the cemetery. Then he paused. He was alone. Everyone had gone home. After Gary's funeral, he cycled back to the cemetery to make his promise. Then he started his promise again. As he made it, tears streamed down his face; millions of them, more tears than he had experienced before; more tears than he believed possible..."

  • STORYWERKS

    Courtyard of MASS MoCA

    By: MOCA - Jul 29th, 2026

    Please join us for the opening day of STORYWERKS right in the courtyard at MASS MoCA, on Saturday, August 1, from noon to 6:00 PM. STORYWERKS is a place where words and stories spark creativity, connection, and meaning. Come explore our thoughtfully curated gifts and SW Gear, check out our podcast booth, share a story—or simply stop in to say hello.

  • The Evolution of Music

    From Stone Age to Rolling Stones

    By: Steven Reed Nelson - Aug 01st, 2026

    The author posits that music arose from the rhythms of everyday life, later joined with dancing and flutes. By the classical music era rhythm was no longer prominent, but it arose again with the invention of electric music, which enabled musicians to create new sounds never before encountered by human ears or brains.

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    The Mission

    By: Gregory Light - Aug 06th, 2026

    Two backyards from Gary’s house, Gary suddenly stopped and pressed himself back against the corner of a garden shed. He pulled Joey down beside him. 'Look,' he said, pointing to a second-storey window in the next yard. 'The light's still on.' It was the first light they had seen in their mission. 'We have to be careful here, Joey.'

  • Tanglewood Learning Institute

    Fifty Events September to May

    By: BSO - Aug 07th, 2026

    The Tanglewood Learning Institute (TLI) is pleased to announce the 2026–27 fall/winter/spring season, the most expansive yet, with over 50 events at the Linde Center for Music and Learning on Tanglewood's campus and in the Berkshires community. Marking the third year of year-round TLI programming, the upcoming season offers a wide-ranging performance lineup of exciting classical, jazz, Broadway, and dance talent as well as the TLI Cinematics film series, new TLI Focal Point photography classes, and community engagement events.

  • The Architecture of a Moment

    Illnesss, Impermanence and the Mundane

    By: Cheng Tong - Aug 11th, 2026

    When you’re this sick, the present moment doesn’t feel like a sanctuary. It feels more like a heavy, itchy wool coat that you’re stuck in and can’t unzip. In the middle of all this, I’ve found myself clinging to one simple, almost silly thought. It’s become my anchor: “This moment is my life with shingles; the next moment will be my life without shingles.”

  • From the Novel Call It In the Air

    Accidemts are Preventable

    By: Gregory Light - Aug 12th, 2026

    Best Friends! Until they were twenty-one. This was the pact they had struck in their boyhood. A unique understanding. A covenant that Joey had kept and preserved. For ten years it had jogged quietly with him, the stride indelibly paced by the sustained and persistent flipping of his Canadian penny. Gary and him. He and Gary. As intrinsically bound together as the two sides of the coin.

  • Death of an Eagle

    What Two Bald Eagles Showed Us About Human Evolution

    By: Steven Reed Nelson - Aug 18th, 2026

    The death of the bald eagle known as Jackie has left millions of people grieving. Very few of them ever caught a glimpse of her in-person soaring over Big Bear Lake in the San Bernardino mountains of California, but they feel they know her personally. She and her mate Shadow were YouTube stars, influencers, you might say, of an audience that followed the lifestyles of the feathered and famous.

  • From Call It in the Air

    Inorganic Psychology

    By: Gregory Light - Aug 20th, 2026

    'I was joking.' Joanna's voice was soft. It sounded far away. He visualized the miles of phone line his voice was crawling along to reach her. It bothered him that he couldn't touch her. His words were not enough; he didn't trust the line with the nuance he was giving his words. Or would give them. If he ever made sense again. 'It doesn't matter,' Joanna added after a pause.

  • Further Ramblings on the Ordinary

    The Joy of the Mundane

    By: Cheng Tong - Aug 28th, 2026

    We have been taught, from a very young age, to live from the outside in. We are handed a cultural blueprint that demands we construct massive, heavy monuments to our own egos just to prove we deserve to take up space. We use our careers, our titles, and our busy schedules as armor, terrified that if we strip them away, there will be nothing left underneath.

  • Sarasota County Approves Arts Grants Without DEI Debate

    Leaves Urbanite Behind

    By: Carrie Seidman and Christian Casale - Aug 29th, 2026

    When arts organizations in line for tourist tax grants were asked in July to acknowledge new diversity, equity and inclusion stipulations to receive public funds for 2027, most hoped the Sarasota County Commission would either provide more clarity or overlook the culture war issue.

  • From Call It in the Air

    200,001

    By: Gregory Light - Aug 29th, 2026

    Saturday was "pure hell". After his unhappy telephone conversation with Joanna, Joey spent the whole day chasing up anyone who might know her number or address. No luck. If anyone knew, and he was sure a few women in her residence did, they were not telling

  • From Call It in the Air

    What Do You Know About War

    By: Gregory Light - Sep 03rd, 2026

    ‘Dan Spear?' Gary drawled the next morning. ‘You gave them that name?’ Joey had opened his eyes, his head pounding under the double onslaught of an early morning hangover and the unshakable belief he would never see Joanna again.

  • The Courge to Be Permeable

    By: Cheng Tong - Sep 08th, 2026

    We had been sitting in comfortable silence for about thirty minutes. At not even five feet tall, she was a peanut of a woman, resting quietly in her wheelchair while I towered beside her. Together, we watched with great amusement as squirrels chased each other up and around the bark of the trees just outside her window.

  • From Call It in the Air

    Sometimes Events Conspire

    By: Gregory Light - Sep 09th, 2026

    ‘Joanna.’ Joey Couldn't believe it. 'My God! I'm right. It is her.' He ducked behind the Political Science shelf in the University Textbook store, snatching up the first book that came to hand: Federalism and the French Canadians by Pierre Elliot Trudeau. 'Joanna,' he said to himself, again, his mind racing, 'She's standing right over there. What'll I say?' He looked at his watch. Six days, three hours. Roughly. Too many days had passed for him to just say hello as if nothing had happened.

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