Yeah – it looks a little dirty. The sock turns brown and stays that way. The wood gets stained, from early morning spills. It’s Ok.
Give me a sock and some good coffee.
I use to drag a ten cup Mr. Coffee with me, everywhere I went. ~ Goodbye to that!
Now, when I come to the modern world, with it’s Jetson bean machines, I have my third world apparatus in tow.
Have I won or lost this coffee war?
*I found this in my drafts. It’s an example of my here again, there again life.
* I’m back.
Every day ~ the whole of my life ~ becomes an act of letting go.
Me and Pi
I’m feeling left out. All of my amigos have moved on to Instagram and left me to stall out on Facebook.
It makes me think ~ I could have stayed on a longboard all of those years.
Why chase the crowd?
The 19th century was also the beginning of modern science, with the work of Louis Pasteur, Charles Darwin, Gregor Mendel, Michael Faraday, Henri Becquerel, and Marie Curie, and inventors such as Nikola Tesla, Thomas Edison and Alexander Graham Bell. The world was changing rapidly, too rapidly for many, who feared the changes taking place and longed for a simpler time. The Romantic movement exemplified these feelings. Romantics tended to believe in imagination over reason, the “organic” over the mechanical, and a longing for a simpler, more pastoral times. Poets like William Wordsworth and William Blake believed that the technological changes that were taking place as a part of the industrial revolution were polluting their cherished view of nature as being perfect and pure.[9] – from the history – of technophobia – Wikipedia
I would not call my apprehension, imagination over reason. We don’t have to turn back too many pages, to see the rapid acceleration of technology.
It’s out of my control. Continue reading The Instance of
We’re all dealt a hand. It’s up to us, how we play it.
Everybody has one.
I was going through old journals this morning. Hand written. Obviously, back from the days when I use to draw. A long time ago.
Life has changed. People have changed.
Bocas del Toro is no longer the hidden spot that it once was.
I have been re-born 4908 times, since the day I did the skeletal drawing.
Each day a new beginning.
Each day a new creation.
Here we have tourists.
They like many before, have decided that the best place to view the surfers, is directly in front of me, with my camera. At least they didn’t bend over, and start collecting shells. However, if there wasn’t so much action going on out in the water, they probably would have.
We never really see all that’s going on around us.
For one, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.
In this picture, you’re not aware of me, the surfers, the boats, or the big waves of the North Swell.
You only partially know what these posing spectators look like. They have been fractionally, obscured from your vision. Continue reading The BIG Picture
Lean on God ~ People will let you down ~ but GOD ~ never will.
God is not limited to the facts.
Gone are the days of freedom… You will be trac-ed down… The -I- is on you…
I’ve been on my bad motor scooter…
Have you?
BAD MOTOR SCOOTER ~ RIDE RIDE RIDE
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