Sunday, April 03, 2011

Cloud-Hidden, Whereabouts Unknown

Maybe I'm just too shy, or not vain enough to have a blog. I do have some things to say, maybe this is where I will start saying them. I sometimes post on email lists, on Facebook, or forums, but maybe I know what to do here, now....

Sunday, April 12, 2009

“Labor is prior to and independent of capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.”

Abraham Lincoln, 1861

via Clayton Cubitt. No, I haven't checked to see if it is legit.

OK, I'm shy, but I'm getting bolder.

This was taken recently by Lise, on the Arizona Trail, near Picketpost Mountain. We were on an S24O, which was bliss.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Back more than a year later...

More than a year later, I didn't have to take a sick day again, and I finished a Master's degree. Now I can spend more time riding and gardening and writing. Let's see what we have...

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

A Sick Day

Sometimes, maybe once or twice a year, something takes my voice and my energy when I'm not looking, and I have to stop and lie down, and sleep. So far, my general health is good, and the voice and the energy return quickly; today was such a day, while the weather was as close to cool and clear and mild and clean as possible. I slept and read, mostly "Wicked" by McGuire, New Scientist, and slept again. I think I have some stories to tell, of sick days lying by a lake in Idaho, in the sun, warm in the sun on the grasses and sedges, cool in the shade of the granite pillows, while the shadows swung around the valley from morning to evening...

Tuesday, June 20, 2006