There is nothing against which an old man should be so much upon his guard as putting himself to nurse.
Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
...at a tavern, there is a general freedom from anxiety. You are sure you are welcome: and the more noise you make, the more trouble you give, the more good things you call for, the welcomer you are....there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
Do not, however, hope wholly to reason away your troubles; do not feed them with attention, and they will die imperceptibly away. Fix your thoughts upon your business, fill your intervals with company, and sunshine will again break in upon your mind.
Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson to James Boswell, in his The Life of Samuel Johnson
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Existence, for all organismic life, is a constant struggle to feed—a struggle to incorporate whatever other organisms they can fit into their mouths and press down their gullets without choking. Seen in these stark terms, life on this planet is a gory spectacle, a science-fiction nightmare in which digestive tracts fitted with teeth at one end are tearing away at whatever flesh they can reach, and at the other end are piling up the fuming waste excrement as they move along in search of more flesh.... Life cannot go on without the mutual devouring of organisms. If at the end of each person’s life he were to be presented with the living spectacle of all that he had organismically incorporated in order to stay alive, he might well feel horrified by the living energy he had ingested. The horizon of a gourmet, or even the average person, would be taken up with hundreds of chickens, flocks of lambs and sheep, a small herd of steers, sties fill of pigs and rivers of fish. The din alone would be deafening... each organism raises its head over a field of corpses, smiles into the sun, and declares life good.
Ernest Becker, Escape From Evil as quoted by the Shakespeare Theatre
Ernest Becker, Escape From Evil as quoted by the Shakespeare Theatre
Friday, March 25, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Friday, March 04, 2005
It is just this lack of connection to a concern with truth — this indifference to how things really are — that I regard as the essence of bullshit.
Harry G. Frankfurt, as quoted in Defining Bullshit, Slate.
Harry G. Frankfurt, as quoted in Defining Bullshit, Slate.
Friday, February 25, 2005
...metabolism sets the pace for myriad biological processes. An animal with a high metabolic rate processes energy quickly, so it can pump its heart quickly, grow quickly, and reach maturity quickly. Unfortunately, that animal also ages and dies quickly....There is a universal biological clock..."but it ticks in units of energy, not units of time."
"Life on the Scales," Erica Klarreich, Science News, February 12, 2005
"Life on the Scales," Erica Klarreich, Science News, February 12, 2005
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
"Be still, and know that I am God." - Psalm 46.10
Rice in a Beggar's Bowl
Of all my thousand choices tonight
I walk into the snowy woods and wait.
Snow rests in peace
on each bough where it has fallen.
The branches are content to bow
like servants with their burdens,
as are all living things content
to wait.
I stand, hands in my pockets,
and let my life fall like snow
in the empty bowl of this meadow;
my mind becomes a slender branch.
My heart settles on the silent earth.
Attend to this moment
until it is enough.
Pastor Steve
Rice in a Beggar's Bowl
Of all my thousand choices tonight
I walk into the snowy woods and wait.
Snow rests in peace
on each bough where it has fallen.
The branches are content to bow
like servants with their burdens,
as are all living things content
to wait.
I stand, hands in my pockets,
and let my life fall like snow
in the empty bowl of this meadow;
my mind becomes a slender branch.
My heart settles on the silent earth.
Attend to this moment
until it is enough.
Pastor Steve
Monday, January 24, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Reading "Uncle Fred in the Springtime" -- very funny.
Try these online intros to Wodehouse:
Some online texts.
Some online quotes.
Amazon.com PG Wodehouse search.
Try these online intros to Wodehouse:
Some online texts.
Some online quotes.
Amazon.com PG Wodehouse search.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
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