Journey
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired.”
Shakespeare, in the opening of Sonnet 27
11-Farm
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Tag Archives: bird
07-Stub
Writers Block
Axiomatic Erosion is the reality of how all formal systems of knowledge, measurement, and understanding inevitably break down into a paradox at sufficient levels of observation.
This means that no formal systems may ever be absolutely defined.
They will always run into an “infinite wall”, or some form of incomplete expression.
19-Pert
The WordPress Cupertino Meetup is still going strong (not true – barely limping by) and what you see above illustrates the user interface for website developers starting to use the new block-based page editor, now integrated into core.
Few of you might find this interesting.
The tiny portrait is of Matt Mullenweg, the creator of WordPress.
16-Barf
Spring Verdure
At the time I now write of, Father Mapple was in the hardy winter of a healthy old age; that sort of old age which seems merging into a second flowering youth, for among all the fissures of his wrinkles, there shone certain mild gleams of a newly developing bloom–the spring verdure peeping forth even beneath February’s snow.
Moby Dick, the White Whale by Herman Melville
14-Loft
Did we awake from the stupor that can consume our lives — lost amidst bits & bytes, screens & feeds — and find ourselves, as G.K. Chesterton once wrote, “in a street full of splendid strangers?”
The idea is not that we will win in our own lifetimes and that’s the measure of us, but that we will die trying.”
Barbara Ehrenreich
Stopping puts some space in your long haul. Rest is a way of being. Pacing is recalibrated care. ~Pato Hebert
- STOP
- REST
- PACE
- REST
25-Wary
Assimilate
The stronger the soul and the flesh, the more fruitful the struggle and the richer the final harmony. God does not love weak souls & flabby flesh. The Spirit is a carnivorous bird which is incessantly hungry; it eats flesh and, by assimilating it, makes it disappear.
Kazantzakis
19-Isle
Radiance
High above the flying scud and dark-rolling clouds, there floated a little isle of sunlight, from which beamed forth an angel’s face; and this bright face shed a distinct spot of radiance upon the ship’s tossed deck.
“Ah, noble ship,” the angel seemed to say, “beat on, beat on, thou noble ship, and bear a hardy helm; for lo! the sun is breaking through; the clouds are rolling off – serenest azure is at hand.”
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
07-Lock
Flocking
Seven older gentlemen of various political persuasions gather in the courtyard under the squawking birds to politely discuss and examine, in regulated heartbeat, the current issues and events of the week.
They also like to talk about their high-school classmates, both living & dead, unknown to others outside of Los Gatos. It’s an exclusive club.