Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
There who people who tell the truth, and those who lie. These two people don't mix very well.
There are people who will seek psychiatric help and those who never will. Never the twain shall meet.
There are people who do not have the capacity to be empathic. This is a brain thing, and affects more people than we imagine.
There are people who have absolutely no self-perception. They have no idea who they are, what they want to do, or how others perceive them.
Some listen, others don't. Etc, on and on.
I think it helps to think in simple terms, although there are many more complexities than there is time.
I learned all this from Shakespeare, in the lines;
Listen more than you speak.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Well, this is my impression of the state fair. I couldn't find any interesting people to take pictures of, so with a positive attitude I looked up.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A few final pictures. The restaurant is the Mucky Duck, the name taken from an affectionate nickname for the White Swan, in Shakespeare's day.
In the slide show, on the bottom right corner is a link to the picassa site and by going there the pictures can be seen and there is a slider to make the pictures larger, if one cares.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Eight miles or so on the bike, on the beach.
The pictures of the huge house under construction was amazing. At least 20 thousand sq.ft. The main room is almost 40 feet wide facing a zero-horizon pool, I think they call it, when you do not see the edge of the pool.
Wonderful place, great time to be here.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Busy day running the body around.
Since being here I have written about 5 thousand words in two pieces, long narrative stories, a mix of poetry and story telling, very moralistic, or with hinted wisdom.
What a great place for rest and relaxation.
This morning, trying to figure out where to ride the bike, I watched dolphins, a pod of about 6 or so, heading to the lighthouse and inlet. So I walked that way a few miles, and it was getting hot by the time I got back.
Well, all this seems to be 'here are my vacation pictures' kind of stuff. Oh, well.
the calm of hope, faultless mode of wish,
desire to be the steward of beauty,
the momentary tenant of heaven achieved.
Monday, September 15, 2008
These are out of order, but I rode the bike down the path to the beach and watched a storm approach. The gulf turned green, the clouds turned dark, and by the time I got to the condo, wind, rain, lightning, power outages. It was fun watching the whole gulf suddenly lit up by lightning for a brief second. The next morning, bright and sunny.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Dinner at evening with the one you love.
And under the rising moon.
A worthy shot, I thought, of a clam, or what is left over after someone else's dinner.
I am always amazed at how, when writing a story, the story is right in front of me, and I hardly have to make anything up.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Night gets dark quickly, and there are no lights on the beach, so one of the secrets as to why people find magic here is that, just like in the olden days, when it gets dark, they go home instead of running around to no purpose. More a natural rhythm.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The approach to the units and two people and a seagull.
It is all about controlling time and not letting time control you. Maybe control is not the best word, maybe modulating time sounds better. All I know is that half my life slipped away before I knew it. I chased things I had no need to chase.
There will come a time when everything in your life needs to be reconsidered.
It must be like stepping on your own boat for the first time.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Everyone thinks they are interesting. No they are not. Most people do not have an original idea in their head. Most people do not know how obvious they are to other people. Not having an idea is not the same thing as not being able to see. But at the same time, most people, 99%, are sheople. They follow.
Why can't everyone just slow down and get therapy?
All this, of course, excludes me.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Friday, July 04, 2008
First the will, then the art, then the space will come around.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I am continually amazed at people who try to call themselves poets by writing 'poems' which are decidedly not poems. In other words, the subject of the poem has nothing poetical. The first objection comes: 'a poem can be about anything ... ' usually in an irate tone. Sure, a poem can be about anything but the subject needs to be something poetical and not something merely ironical, political, or any one of the other dull forms of subjects mistakenly put into poems.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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