adventures at work ... a piece of a metal ventilation shaft fell four stories through our ceiling. new boss. i am in the process of hiring and training five new staff ( Read more... )

you desire to know the art of living, my friend? it is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering. - henri frederic amiel, philosopher and writer (1821-1881)

i think i should try sleeping more, more often. except in case of adventures, of course.

i haven't posted much lately, largely because i have had nothing of value (or worthless items either) to contribute. but, i feel like putting part of this poem up, because it rings (betjeman will love the bell verbiage) true to my experience. the path ahead is never clear, and yet we walk it, fumblingly in the dark, with much straying and many ( Read more... )

since bucket lists seem to be the must-have accessory for cool kids these days, i figure i will make my own. it will not be necessary to return here to update regularly, as it's wholly a feeble joke. if you have other suggestions of things i should add, please feel free to comment ( Read more... )

the ability to be good is not the ability to do nothing. it is not negative or passive. it is the ability to do something well - to do good work for good reasons. in order to be good you have to know how - and this knowing is vast, complex, humble and humbling; it is of the mind and of the hands, of neither alone.

- wendell berry

happy bloomsday, everyone!

happy victoria day, everyone! i hiked chester lake, and then most of mt black prince, although the trail got lost in snow at the end. in spots the snow was still waist deep, although mostly crusty enough to walk on. it was a day brim full with mountains and indie pop, though fairly speechless. i didn't talk to anyone, unless "hey" counts, which of ( Read more... )

here is no continuing city, here is no abiding stay.
ill the wind, ill the time, uncertain the profit, certain the danger.
o late late late, late is the time, late too late, and rotten the year;
evil the wind, and bitter the sea, and grey the sky, grey grey grey.

only hoping isn't what
gives us strength to cope.
let us only hope; but not
only only hope.

- piet hein

spring evenings shouldn't end until your knees are covered in grass, your hair is thick with wood smoke, your mouth is drunk with music and laughter, and your eyes are filled with stars.