Quartet
The polar bears are waiting for well-done.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
— Hamlet
19-JUN
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Tag Archives: water
25-MAY
23-MAY
Intention
Half of those who die in combat enter Valhalla, while the other half are chosen to reside in Fólkvangr.
Excellence is never an accident. It is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, and intelligent execution.
Aristotle
22-MAY
Oaring
One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt & darkness as the cost of existence. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to the total acceptance of living & dying.
The Shoes of the Fisherman by Morris L. West,
15-MAY
Much deplored, that a place you devote your natural life to should be sadly destitute of cosy inhabitiveness.
Rather, think of a warm cabin with soft blankets, gentle lighting, and personal touches like books or family photos.
13-MAY
Transcontinental
These two bicycled from one side of the USA to the other, just like this! Such a healthy duo!
Update 2024: I’m feeling fine. Getting energy back. Speech is still affected, but can at least communicate. Hoping focus on exercise and caloric restriction proves effective.
Update 2023: Doctor asks for me to take a look at the MRI. It is stable from before, not worse or better. The good thing is there is no contrast enhancement to suggest an ongoing active infection. Since steroids have not helped symptoms, think it is best to do another spinal tap (lumbar puncture) just to make sure there is no inflammatory process.
04-MAY
Franquette St
Start your day at 4:00 AM. You’re up any way, why do you to need to stay in bed? Sit up and meditate. Breathe, and say the word “thought” over and over again trying to visualize what it looks like. If that makes you sleepy, go back to bed.
23-MAR
Fertility
When Lucy woke, the room was already light. The curtains were not drawn and the pane of the open casement reflected a gleam of sun which she could lose and find by moving her head on the pillow.
A wood pigeon was calling in the elms. But it was some other sound, she knew, that had woken her — a sharp sound, a part of the dream which had drained away, as she woke, like water out of a washbasin. Perhaps the dog had barked.
But now everything was quiet and there was only the flash of sun from the windowpane and the sound of the wood pigeon, like the first strokes of a paint brush on a big sheet of paper when you were still not sure how the picture was going to go.
The morning was fine. Would there be any mushrooms yet? Was it worth getting up now and going down the field to see? It was still too dry and hot — not good mushroom weather. The mushrooms were like the blackberries — both wanted a drop of rain before they’d be any good.
Soon there’d be damp mornings …
WATERSHIP DOWN (1972) by Richard George Adams