The poem of creation

On my birthday today, the start of (hopefully) another year on this crazy and wonderful place called earth, I want to quote something that I read the other day from Henry David Thoreau. I’ve now outlived Thoreau, and many other great and good people through the ages, and I’m pleased that my time here hasn’t

Sunrises are nice, too

One of the recurring themes of this blog has been the beauty of a sunset. I could find several posts where sunsets were described, and possibly a picture was added for emphasis. The colors that the sky turns–particularly when clouds are involved–is really quite remarkable. But today I had the opposite experience. I was on

With fresh curiosity

I picked this book up recently at a book exchange in Chicago. In a case of judging a book by its cover, I decided that something this psychedelic deserved to be seen by anyone who would be interested. It’s a magenta background, with the word “Diaries” written in a green and a yellow font, and