Transportation
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone’s
hard-earned pay
You and me, Sunday driving
Not arriving, on our way back homeWe’re on our way home
Two of Us by The Beatles, Let It Be (1970)
We’re going home”
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone’s
hard-earned pay
You and me, Sunday driving
Not arriving, on our way back homeWe’re on our way home
Two of Us by The Beatles, Let It Be (1970)
We’re going home”
Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Nothing unusual this morning – unlike last month when the shirtless urban wanderer, Kiltman, appeared here.
Or more recently when the bookstore featured a new cat.
Sunday Farmers Market – Campbell, California
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the Earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire–why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express & admirable; in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals–and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Work is the way you occupy your mind and hand and eye and whole body when they’re informed by your imagination and wit, by your keenest perceptions, by your most profound reflections on everything you’ve read and seen and heard and been a part of.
You may or may not be paid to do your work. Work is a world apart from jobs. –Alice Koller, quoted in Sun Magazine
Work Is When You Put Off Playtime
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