Archive for March, 2011

Boomers Crashing on the Beach

Spring                                                        Waning Bloodroot Moon “The only source of knowledge is experience.” -Albert Einstein I’m not sure I completely agree with Einstein, since I would give abstract thought the potential for creating knowledge, too; but, it is true that without experience the thinker has none of the material necessary for understanding.  This leads to an interesting […]

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Bush Is a Cylon

Spring                                                                      Waning Bloodroot Moon Bush is a Cylon. (bumper sticker) Either you get it or you don’t.  An artifact from the last administration and a vanished TV drama. Toured some kids today from Ramsey, students at the PACT charter school.  These kids were polite, well-spoken, interested and perceptive.  Easy to tour.  A joy. Time for […]

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Walking Toward the Bomb

Spring                                                           Waning Bloodroot Moon Last night, in conversation with Bill Schmidt, cybermage and nuclear engineer, the Sheepshead group turned to Fukushima.  Bill built an identical plant on the west side of Honshu, across the sea of Japan from Korea.  That lead the conversation to Hiroshima and Dick Rice’s story of a Jesuit who picked up […]

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Travel Agent? C’est moi.

Spring                                                      Waning Bloodroot Moon As travel agent for our house, I make reservations, check on them, plan itineraries and handle changes to travel plans.  Like several of my domestic responsibilities I have these duties because of misspent time over the last couple of decades + learning how to use computers, then the web.  Mostly I […]

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There and Back Again

Spring                                         Waning Bloodroot Moon My usual method of travel is mosey.  I like slow travel, paying attention to the countryside and stopping when an interesting site shows up.  I’ve never understood the folks who drive straight through, as if travel was only about making it to a destination, for me travel is the destination.  Except […]

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Go West, Old Man

Spring                                                        Waning Bloodroot Moon Tomorrow I take off for Lincoln, Nebraska to pick up our two grand-dogs, Sollie and Gertie.  They will stay with us while Jon and Jen’s house has renovation work done, adding another room, a new roof, much needed closets.  Sollie has been on a hunger strike for the last six months […]

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Ovid and Me

Spring                                                               Waning Bloodroot Moon The Latin work has gone past difficult learning, though there is still that, too, into a different, almost ecstatic place.  Reading the words of another language and making sense, poetry, from them still seems magical to me.  I’m really doing it.  The closest analogy is my first set of glasses that […]

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I Want To Like Nuclear Power

Spring                                                                                    Waning Bloodroot Moon Japan.  Nuclear power.  Climate change.  Not a pretty picture.  I don’t know about others, but I want to like nuclear power.  Its non-carbon emitting energy production has a potential role in staving off the worst effects of global warming.  However.  With no place to store the waste permanently, the waste gets […]

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Bee Diary March 26, 2011

Spring                                               Waning Bloodroot Moon All three colonies are dead.  I rechecked them last weekend.  I have ordered three packages of bees, the larger 3 pounds boxes, that will arrive in early April, perhaps April 9th.  Hiving the new packages takes place as soon as possible after I pick up the bees from Nature’s Nectary outside […]

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Our Own, Original Relation to the Earth

Spring                                                            Waning Bloodroot Moon I’ve discovered an analogy between translation and science.  Coming to a premature conclusion about the meaning of a passage causes chopping and cramping to fit meanings, declensions and conjugations into the preconceived notion.  The better way lies in suspending judgment, collecting all the possibilities, then, sorting them out in context, both […]

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