Three Apples: There's a Land that I Heard of Once in a Lullaby
a column by Paul Chaderjian for the Asbarez newspaper Once there were and there were not … IZ is blaring in your earbuds as you battle your default human nature of being unsatisfied, lazy, suffering, lethargic and ennuied. You are pushing half your body weight away from your chest, against gravity and destiny, and sweating in a gym on the fourth floor of a building at the intersection of King and Ward in Honolulu. You open your eyes and standing in front of your is a Kazakh lawyer. His lips are moving; he’s talking to you. You smile and remove your left earbud to hear him, because your right brain is intuitive and process the whole and not the parts. His name is Tim. You met him more than a year ago at the gym. He and his wife have a strict routine they follow every other day. Today, he jumps through a series of thoughts and questions. “Your anchor Pamela Young. She’s the most talented woman on the air here. I saw her live reports from ...