by Patrick Rhone
Things we don’t remember often enough: We time travel every time we gaze upon a star.
The light of that star our eyes see is light from hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years ago. Telescopes are devices that allow us to travel back in time even further.
Beatrix, age 13, is out delivering Girl Scout cookies this weekend. You can order some from her here and, if you’re local, she’ll deliver them to your door (no contact and socially distanced).
Highlight of my week was getting to catch up with Shawn Mihalik. Not only a friend but one of my favorite authors. Go buy his books. (I recommend The Assured Expectation of Things Hoped For as a start.)
Had a dream last night about a family of geese, living on a beach, who come across a discarded suntan lotion bottle. The brand name of the lotion is Finds-A-Tan. The geese, being geese and not good readers, read it as “Find Satan” and take it as a sign. So, this family of geese walk along the beach asking the people they meet where to find satan. They are quite dismayed and annoyed at the reaction. That’s it. That’s the dream.
There are far too many non-fiction books that make their case in the introduction or first chapter, then spend the next 300 pages belaboring a point concisely and completely made in the first 25.
What Is It Like To Leave OmniFocus For Pen And Paper? (Webinar Recording) — Joe Buhlig
I appreciated his mention and use of my Dash/Plus system. Thanks to Gregory Pittman for calling my attention to this.
Another day at the “office”.
Finished the first book I read this year and posted it to my Reading page. As I stated in my reading plan for this year I expect to read far fewer books this year because, in general, I’ll be reading longer books.
“I went to the store the other day to buy a bolt for our front door, for, as I told the storekeeper, the Governor was coming here. “Aye,” said he, “and the Legislature too.” “Then l will take two bolts,” said I. He said that there had been a steady demand for bolts and locks of late, for our protectors were coming.”
― Henry David Thoreau, The Journal, 1837-1861, p. 578
Beatrix, age 13, our puny puritan, closes her eyes when people kiss in movies and insists we inform her when it’s over.
Happy Valentines Day from our ice cold hearts to you.
