Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
A good education
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Zinnia bud
My repugnance to the writing table becomes daily and hourly more deadly and insurmountable. In place of this has come on a canine appetite for reading. And I indulge it, because I see in it a relief against the taedium senectutis; a lamp to lighten my path through the dreary wilderness of time before me, whose bourne I see not. Losing daily all interest in the things around us, something else is necessary to fill the void. With me it is reading, which occupies the mind without the labor of producing ideas from my own stock.
Thomas Jefferson to John Adams, 1818 May 17
Friday, May 29, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Right feeling
- Robert Henri
Friday, March 6, 2009
To blossom
Saturday, January 24, 2009
A new era
"The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit;
to choose our better history;
to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea,
passed on from generation to generation:
the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free
and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness."
- Barack Obama, January 20, 2009
to choose our better history;
to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea,
passed on from generation to generation:
the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free
and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness."
- Barack Obama, January 20, 2009
Friday, December 26, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
The grape harvest
There’d be no Wine Star in the sky.
And if earth wasn’t always drinking,
There’d be nowhere called Wine Spring.
I’ve heard that pure wine makes the Sage.
Even the cloudy makes us wise.
If even the wise get there through drink,
What’s the point of True Religions?
Three times and I understand the Way,
Six and I’m one again with Nature.
Only the things we know when we’re drunk
Can never be expressed when we’re sober.
- Li Po (699 – 762 AD)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Cosmos
from Running to the Mountain by Jon Katz
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