Sort of a new twist on an old story. Wyatt Earp, Doc Hollyday, etc...written by Robert B. Parker, the guy who writes the Spenser stories.
I didn't like this as much as his "regular" writing. Not enough was new or different to make me wonder what was going to happen next. I already knew. Good quick read on the road but that's about it.
There is a lot that happens each day that makes me think, wonder, criticize and applaud. Hopefully, I can do the same for all of you.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Do your part by not 'doing' anything
"From outer space, the privileged of this world must look like ants in an anthill that’s been stirred with a stick: everyone constantly rushing around in cars and planes for work and pleasure, for meetings, jobs, conferences, vacations, and more. This is bad for the planet, but it’s not so good for us either."
It's surprising to begin to read things that explain what I am feeling and thinking about more and more.
It's surprising to begin to read things that explain what I am feeling and thinking about more and more.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The sounds of silence
“Silence is like scouring sand,” he says. “When you are quiet, the silence blows against your mind and etches away everything that is soft and unimportant.” What is left is what is real—pure awareness, and the very hardest questions.
A good read if you have a minute
A good read if you have a minute
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
What I'm Reading - Walth Whitman, Leaves of Grass
not sure what to make of this yet. it seems that i only "get" poetry when it is read out loud and then discussed in a group. without context, it just seems like individual random thoughts and words to me. I hope to at least benefit from introducing new words and phrases into my own vocabulary. - TK
Leaves of Grass (1855) is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Among the poems in the collection are "Song of Myself," "I Sing the Body Electric," "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking," and in later editions, Whitman's elegy to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd." Whitman spent his entire life writing Leaves of Grass,[1] revising it in several editions until his death.
Leaves of Grass (1855) is a poetry collection by the American poet Walt Whitman. Among the poems in the collection are "Song of Myself," "I Sing the Body Electric," "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking," and in later editions, Whitman's elegy to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd." Whitman spent his entire life writing Leaves of Grass,[1] revising it in several editions until his death.
Friday, October 10, 2008
positioning
I just don't get why the media needs to position the fact that the DEMAND for oil being down is a bad thing ? I understand that it might mean that factories aren't chugging along as strongly, but what about the shift from the SUV to Hybrids and all of the efforts people are making to reduce the amount of gas/oil they use? Let's start applauding our efforts so that we realize that we can collectively make a big difference. Having demand for oil go down is a good thing in my mind.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
what to do when you don't know what to do
Our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify. Thoreau
Friday, October 03, 2008
phrases from the debate
Random takeaways from the debate last night:
Maverick
Fundamental
Dick Cheney is scary
Tina Fey is pretty smart
Most important election of our lifetime
Energy producing state
Joe six pack
9 month old babies shouldn't be at debates
Talibanee
Let me say it again
Maverick
Fundamental
Dick Cheney is scary
Tina Fey is pretty smart
Most important election of our lifetime
Energy producing state
Joe six pack
9 month old babies shouldn't be at debates
Talibanee
Let me say it again
Thursday, October 02, 2008
plunkin' time
We seem to be under attack again from the thousands of acorns in our oak trees this year. Every time the wind blows, our roof, driveway and vehicles are getting plunked with the quarter sized dollops. What it means is anyone's guess...you just got to remember to keep your head down and keep moving.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Happy Birthday Grampa
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