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Sunni's Salon, March/April 2007

Spring has breezed in at last, even though our weather doesn’t always reflect the change of season. For me, in many ways, the winds of change have been blowing fairly strong. I wish I could report that I have faced them fairly well, but that hasn’t always been the case. Not having placed much stock in that adage about old dogs and new tricks, I am now reconsidering that; and in my usual overly analytical fashion, I’m even reconsidering my reconsideration. For if old dogs are unable to learn new tricks, how are we aging dogs to cope with the change that continues blowing around us? Even we ourselves are changing.

Some of us seem better at handling change than others. Some seem to cope only with certain kinds of change. In all honesty, I’m not sure what category I fit into any more; some changes – such as watching my children grow and learn – are mostly positive and welcome. Even the growing population of silvery strands on my crown are welcome. Others that used to be welcome are less so; and I am not entirely sure why. That is rather an embarrassing admission for a semi-scientist such as myself to admit, but it’s the truth.

But we are children of the world, and our task – if such a thing above and beyond the tasks we choose for ourselves can be identified – is to try to understand it as best we can, so that we can flourish and contribute to it in a meaningful way. My wanderings have led me into some diverse, interesting, and sometimes challenging places, but so far (even for all my recent frustrations) I am unwilling to cease the wandering. I can go to bed immensely frustrated and utterly exhausted, but the new day almost always brings a fresh infusion of energy and ideas to capture my interest. I am fortunate to have many cherished friends who point out new paths to me, help me understand better the paths I’ve already trod, or tell me when my verbal wanderings are starting to make no sense. I think that I am finally starting to understand that even though I have long been avidly interested in many things, I will not be able to focus my attention on all of them to my satisfaction in my lifetime—but that does not mean that I should therefore abandon my efforts to understand this world and my self. And I strongly suspect that, were they around as I’m typing this, my friends would be clearing their throats in preparation to tell me this is starting to make no sense.

This issue of Sunni’s Salon offers a bit of material both old and new, in a manner of speaking. My interview with Susan Callaway, publisher of The Price of Liberty, spans many topics and in some places becomes quite intimate, as she and I are longtime friends and sometimes forgot that we were speaking “for posterity”. The musical maunderings are wider-ranging than usual, and also provide a spot of history regarding yours truly. Three books are considered over two reviews: Middle America by Anthony Lewis; and The Phoenix Exultant and The Golden Transcendence by John C. Wright. In similar fashion, the webby wanderings range over a variety of subjects, including color, Linux, and intellectual property.

Rather than apologize for the lateness of the March/April issue of Sunni’s Salon, please allow me to offer it as a pleasant distraction from the unsavory business the USSA government foists upon its citizens each year at this time. Tom and I are glad you’re here, and hope the surroundings offer you comfort. If there’s something we can do to enhance your pleasure here, drop us a line.

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