Thursday, April 06, 2017

Some weeks flow smooth, playground sand through fingers.

Some weeks clump and stick, grabbing at shoes

each escape resisted like a strong wind opposed

the runner must walk to move forward

until the wind insists, placing

soft hands to chest, pushing

pushing, pushing just enough

so that the next footfall

forward, doesn't fall.

Friday, February 17, 2017


Vacation is not anything like we expected. I’m sure this is obvious, since we have extended our travel plans a few times. Thanks for the letter asking “how we are doing”, and if we “need help.” We don’t. We’re fine; sending tons of pictures and a web address where you can see what we are up to here. We came up for the snow and the cold, and we found it. Feels so wonderful, so clean. We stayed for different reasons. Your dad and I are closer than ever. We almost feel young. We love it here.

I don’t know how to tell you about this place. I’m not sure where to begin, or how to introduce you to what we found. It started out like a normal tourist vacation, nice hotel, a few days of walking around taking pictures. It started out that way, but it quickly started to become a different sort of trip.

I have to start somewhere, so the beginning will do. I’ll walk you along as we did, or something close to it. I want you to be happy for us, so please keep in mind how practical your father is, and how skeptical I am. Keep judgments from forming, while I introduce you to the subject matter. Hold your judgments, and listen for a while. I’m asking this of you, for my sake (k).

Monday, February 06, 2017

Vintage Media

Let your media age a little, before consumption.  After a year or so good movies, TV, and music will still be good, but the bad media will be more obviously bad and therefore much easier to identify and avoid.  Likewise good media becomes easier to discover after time has passed, since many professionals and enthused amateurs provide reviews, critiques, and favorite lists in a dizzying variety.  These are resources aiding our selection of a past vintage, helping us to have a higher quality media experience.

A simple habit of avoiding green-media, aged less than a year, coupled with the thoughtful selection of proven and aged media content will increase your pleasure from these experiences, and decrease your pain.

Considering a movie?  Look at its release date.  If its got at least a year under its belt it will be reviewed sufficiently to inform your selection.

If you have the feeling that there is nothing good to watch, parse this feeling and notice if you really mean, there is nothing new to watch.  There is a deep pool of high quality movies to watch once you are free of the tyranny of the new.  And given the decades of production behind us, you likely have barely scratched the surface of the obviously good stuff, let alone begun to dig down into your own unique tastes and appreciations.

Free yourself from the tyranny of the new, avoid green media, and improve your experience.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

"To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality."

Friedrich Nietzsche

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Fauna Taking Measure

We are not vegetation.
We can change situations
  when we have had enough of them,
    or when we have taken their measure.

Why did man travel out of Africa,
  over mountains,
    across deserts,
      and across seas?

What drives us away from the known,
  and away from our comfortable places?

Desire for a better situation, of course.
Seeking an improved mold of self,
  better than the one

Selves are always changing,
  occasionally noticed,
    and now is the next step
    ,the next self, we will be standing upon
    (on the way up,
      or down).

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Doing Well

When I say I'm doing well,
I mean that my active selves 
fit reasonably well into my
daily experience. 

When I say I'm doing well,
I mean that my dominant self
looks to be forming 
                  into a 
                         solid     up.

When I say I'm doing well,
I'm expecting my next self 
to be even better than
the one writing
this poem.

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

No escape now; time for coffee and something sweet.

Afternoon comes.  Horrible time.  The hope and enthusiasm of the morning burning away, leaving clock watching nerves.  Afternoon anxiety.  A time of transition, when failures occur.  Things break at night, sure, but they didn’t start breaking then, just finished.  No, failures occur in the afternoon.  Things break when we are getting those afternoon coffees and snacks.  When we are about to put in that last work session of the day.  That is when it hits you, or slides out from under you, or comes at you sideways, whatever… that is when it happens.  You may not notice.  You may feel off a bit, or not in step.  You may not notice, too busy or too distracted.  You just broke, and you might not know it.  This is where a certain type of mystery comes from, “What happened?”  All mystery comes from ignorance, of course, but this type of mystery is avoidable, just have to notice the small things and get lucky.

Of course, it must be said that sometimes, all wisdom can do is change “What happened?” to “Here it comes.”