Sunday, 10/04/2015

Let's make lots of money

I've got the brains, you've got the looks...


October 4, 11:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Calling God's Bluff


I am rowing, I am rowing
though the oarlocks stick and are rusty
and the sea blinks and rolls
like a worried eyeball,
but I am rowing, I am rowing,
though the wind pushes me back
and I know that that island will not be perfect,
it will have the flaws of life,
the absurdities of the dinner table,
but there will be a door
and I will open it
and I will get rid of the rat inside me,
the gnawing pestilential rat.
God will take it with his two hands
and embrace it.

Anne Sexton.


October 4, 9:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 10/03/2015

The Transitus

Pax et Bonum!


October 3, 11:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Gathered Unto God


Francis is often called “the other Christ.”
You could walk with each one of them on either side.
But Christ speaks in parables and metaphors,
and Francis speaks directly of the world as it is.

Fanny Howe.


October 3, 10:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)


Religious controversies are always productive of more acrimony and irreconcilable hatreds than those which spring from any other cause...

 - Geo Washington to Edward Newenham, June 22, 1792

We officially beg G-d's pardon:

Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor-- and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.

Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be-- That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks...

and also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions...To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the encrease of science among them and us--and generally to grant unto all Mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

But who can trust a deist, really?


October 3, 9:33 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 10/02/2015

Earth teach me to remember kindness... the dry fields weep with rain.


October 2, 10:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The absence of the imagination had itself to be imagined

The Plain Sense of Things:

After the leaves have fallen, we return
To a plain sense of things. It is as if
We had come to an end of the imagination,
Inanimate in an inert savoir.

Wallace Stevens.


October 2, 10:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Wait, There Was A Whole Bill Of Rights?

October 2nd 1789:

In pursuance of the enclosed resolution I have the honor to transmit to your Excellency a copy of the amendment proposed to be added to the Constitution of the United States.

I have the honor to be,

With due Consideration,

Your Excellency’s

Most Obedient Servant

George Washington

Wonder how he'd feel about our well regulated militia these days...


October 2, 9:30 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Violence Control

Perhaps in the wake of our 294th mass shooting, Obama could consider proposing a Department of Peace to examine not just gun massacres, but our inherently violent society as a whole...


October 2, 6:16 PM in Pax Americana | Permalink | Comments (1)

Thursday, 10/01/2015

Kingdoms Rise And Kingdoms Fall

But you go on and on...


October 1, 11:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

What Is Ending?

The Finality of a Poem:

All day, that
is forever,

they fall, leaves,
pine needles,

as blindly as
hours into hours

and the chill

rain—what else
do you expect

of October?—
spilling from one

roof to another,
like words from

lips to lips, your
long incertain

say in all of this
unsure of where

the camera is
and how the light

is placed and what
it is that’s ending.

Michael Anania.


October 1, 10:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friendship Is Magic

Ole Broken Lip had a note in his folder today from his friend, S:

I'm sorry you lost 2 teeth.*
I'm sorry that you fell.
I'm your friend.
I'm sorry that you had to stay home.

S and Sam in a boat.

How very sweet.  And on the way home today Sam was asking why he can't talk well anymore with his tooth missing.


* It was actually only 1, but could appear to have been 2 to the casual observer.  It's also been reported that Samuel only freaked out when his classmates told him he'd knocked out all of his teeth.

October 1, 5:07 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Wednesday, 09/30/2015

Der Vogelfänger bin ich ja

The birdcatcher I am indeed.


September 30, 10:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

let the spirits fly in and out

Where Everything Is Music:

Don’t worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn’t matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world’s harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.



September 30, 8:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

We're Running In The Rain

An ill-advised walk in the rain.

Yesterday was a bit overwhelming for Samuel, so he got special dispensation to skip school today, which I am beginning to regret.

Little C was firing on all cylinders.

Broken Lip, Muddy Boy (Sam's new self-appellation) joined the little man.

And they didn't stop running.

The Bog is nearing peak thanks to cooler weather and rain.

At the schoolyard.

The edge of our property line with the school,.

The Boyz demonstrate why next year's footbridge is going to be several feet longer.

Ghosts on the bridge.

Low light allows for interesting f/x.

Yup, it's dark and wet in the woods.


September 30, 12:15 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 09/29/2015

I Never Thought I'd Live To Be A Hundred

Or six.


September 29, 11:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)


...We Are Six:

When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six
now and forever.

A.A. Milne.


September 29, 9:55 PM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Still Tired From The Move

Samuel, post-NICU, a few hours old.  Now he's 6 years old, which he reminded us of at just before 6 in the morning.


September 29, 7:34 AM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Monday, 09/28/2015

Skellig Michael

The birds have sung their last...


September 28, 10:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

When We Are Almost Six


I have a house where I go
When there’s too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;

I have a house where I go,
Where nobody ever says “No”;
Where no one says anything-so
There is no one but me.

A.A. Milne.


September 28, 8:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

We're Running

Dunno, is there any progress?

Naturally we must run after dropping off the big kids.

Hurry up, Little C!

Lots to do, people to see, we gotta motor.

Mila and Zoey form today's welcoming committee.


September 28, 8:44 AM in Family Life | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 09/27/2015


It could still happen.


September 27, 11:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)