Guess what I’ve got…

I’ve taken hundreds of pictures over the past few weeks in the Preserve. I’ve become absorbed in identifying everything as accurately as possible. I’m glad I’m doing this, as I’ve discovered that I have been a veritable warehouse of half-facts and out-and-out misinformation about some things (especially the smaller wildflowers). I’m discovering that some identifications…

It’s early days. But, under the crumpled debris of two 100+ storied buildings there will be bodies that are unrecoverable. There are bodies that no longer exist, incinerated or scattered in pieces. The rescue work must continue now, while there is a chance of recovering survivors. But, after there can be no hope, we need…

heh – I was so busy worrying about events beyond my control yesterday that I actually forgot to write about what’s been happening this weekend. And things are indeed happening. Friday night started off the weekend nicely. The Professor and I went out for Indian Friday night (I’m getting better at figuring out things that…

“Everybody knows they’re going to die, ” he said again, “but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.” So we kid ourselves about death, I said. “Yes. But there’s a better approach. To know you’re going to die, and to be prepared for it a any time. That’s better. That way…

Turkey Testicle Festival They just had a story on my local NPR station about this. I was sure they were pulling my leg. I ran a quick Google on it. It really exists. Turkey leftovers no longer sound quite so appealing. (Make sure you check out The Turkey Testicle Festival Song while you’re there.) Can…

There is a moment when the caffeine hits. One perfect, glorious moment. I haven’t had coffee in several days, less by choice than circumstance. This morning I sit in a local DD, sipping a large mocha macchiato and just being. The magical moment is no substitute for true mindful meditation, something I have taken up…