Category Archives: Urban

26-JUL

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Solitude

Comfortable?

Leaden Paralysis is a psychiatric term.

If your thought patterns & attitudes, your very sense of self, could be altered by medication, there seems little room in the equation for the soul.

The Christian existentialist conclusion is that the soul is that which chooses.

Malfunctioning receptors may sap or boost your energy. Chemical fluctuations may create a racket in your head. But you can choose your words & actions.

Choose to reject the Voice of Doom.

MY THOUGHTS ARE NOT MY THOUGHTS ~Kathleen Founds

Pneuma prothymon, hē de sarx asthenēs.

  • Pneuma: to breathe; the human spirit, inner disposition.
  • Prothymon: willing, eager, ready.
  • Sarx: flesh – physical body, or human nature in its frailty.
  • Asthenēs: weak / without strength.

“The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” (Mark 14:38)

14-JUL

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Geography

These are the 9 counties of the Bay Area.

The Golden Gate Bridge stretches across water connecting Marin & San Francisco Counties.

The Delta flows into the bay between Solano & Contra Costa Counties.

City of San Jose is in Santa Clara County; Matt Mahan is the Mayor.

12-JUL

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Fort Myers

Caloosahatchian Yearbook 1936 – Bud Baker

Forward – If, in this annual, the staff of ’36 can help to cast a backward glance over many pleasant, carefree hours spent in M.H.S. and cause us to live again those happy days of youth, we have reached our goal.

Fort Myers High School

07-JUL

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Environment

Elliot Road
Montana by Locati
Gianna Camilotti
Home Adore

Architectural wisdom and design philosophy reflect how our indoor spaces serve as the backdrop for our lives, shaping our moods, behaviors, and overall well-being.

“Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight,
Out of the room that lets you feel secure.
Infinity is open to your sight.
Whoever you are.”

Dana Gioia, Interrogations at Noon: Poems

04-JUL

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Independence

Thanks to J & D for the great 2022 street party,

It seemed as if this were the Loom of Time, and I myself were a shuttle mechanically weaving & weaving away at the Fates; and here, thought I, with my own hand I ply my own shuttle and weave my own destiny into these unalterable threads.

Moby Dick (1851) by Herman Melville