Balance

Progress without responsibility can lead to conspicuous consumption among other things. Balancing a realistic view of limited natural resources and mankind’s true needs can lead to healthy progress for all—progress and invention along sustainable lines.

Great ideas from the past can be quoted and revered, but they shouldn’t have so much sanctity that they loose the flexibility of been judged by current standards. Creation for the sake of creation by unreasonable men has led to some truly wonderful things, but also to some really horrifying things. Creation with forward thinking is closer to an ideal—still not ideal, but closer.

Your thoughts?

Warning…Do NOT Try This at Home

I have a perverse sense of humor, and I’ve come to accept it over the years. If you’re reading this even after all you’ve seen on this blog, you’ve accepted it too—thanks!

My cat, Gimli, is attempting that which he is being told not to do. He’s attempting to occupy the same space my computer currently does on my lap. The computer on my lap is a cat magnet. Perhaps Gimli senses that the computer is warm and will preheat his spot. Perhaps he is jealous of my attentions to a computer. Perhaps he’s just a furry nudge…yep, that’s it…he’s a furry nudge. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Can’t Argue With This…

…but then I like walking, so I probably wouldn’t argue anyway.

I didn’t place the quote properly, so the whole thing got a little too close to the right-hand edge of the page.

I had a lovely walk to the train station this morning, and my evening walk home was decorated with fresh snowfall—slower going, but really pretty. It’s a shame we can’t switch of winter and switch on the fresh greenery of spring. Not that I’m advocating an early end to winter—don’t want to upset that apple cart. Just expressing the opinion that the early spring browns and grays are really not all that wonderful. Spring is awesome, it’s just that little dead zone between the end of winter and the beginning of spring that is visually repugnant. Not every season change can be the bell of the ball, and it’s got to follow on the heels of one of the best decorated holiday seasons (Thanksgiving, of course…ahem). Still, you’d think the opener to spring could have a little flair.

Oh, I know, you say, “But Nan, what about the crocus?”

Sure the crocus is very nice, but come on…one tiny flower to undo that vast expanse of brown lawn you’ve got spread out before you!?!? That’s a little David and Goliath, no? Unless you can really focus on the crocus, you don’t stand a chance. I think I’ll end on that little charmer.

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A Temporary Change in Perspective


Instead of a quote, a story. “The Disciple” by Oscar Wilde

When Narcissus died, the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it comfort.

And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet waters to a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of their hair and cried to the pool and said, “We do not wonder that you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was he.”

“But was Narcissus beautiful?” said the pool.

“Who should know that better than you?” answered the Oreads. “Us did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your banks and look down at you, and in the mirrors of your waters he would mirror his own beauty.”

And the pool answered, “But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored.”


The quote: “Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

The cryptic note about Prairie View was a reminder that my train buddies took me to the Prairie House in Prairie View for drinks and fun as a send off. I’m very excited about my impending move, but I am leaving some wonderful people behind. Luckily, they are looking forward to coming up to visit me in my new digs.


The quote: “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” —John Muir (1838-1914)


The quote: “Fashion is something that goes in one year and out the other.” —Unknown. I know, groan. 😀


The quote: “We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.” —Sir Arthur Eddington (1882-1944)

So many moons ago, I recall going to Sunday school and hearing stories about the creation of the world that did not jibe with what I learned the rest of the week in school. It bothered me for sometime until I made the realization that I can not know everything. The warring truths that I was being fed no longer stood on opposite sides, but were joined by a fascination with all the other stories/truths ever given to describe our creation. In all of them I’m sure there is a grain of truth as seen and told by the creator of the specific explanation/story. And as my experience changes, so too does my perception of the nature of the stories—I choose to take from them the best they have to offer, and write off the negatives as a manifestation of the flaws of the all-too human who wrote them.

What does all of this have to do with anything, you might ask (if you’ve read this far)? Well, Eddington’s quote might put the fire of argument into the belly of a stout creationist. I’d suggest that instead of viewing it as Big Bang Dogma, it should be viewed as another form of the Christ within all of us.

Take the best, and leave the rest.


The quote: “We are generally the better persuaded by the reasons we discover ourselves than by those given to us by others.” —Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)

I’m particularly proud of the bizarre little sketch on the 1st. It came from my imagination and was done without a model (obviously). I don’t sketch that way very often. My dad does, and he has a wickedly imaginative and creative mind.


The quote: “Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.” —Christopher Morley (1890-1957)

Based on the size of the world population, how likely is it that we could possibly read, thing or do something that no one else is reading, thinking or doing in that same moment? I wonder if someone was asking that somewhere else?

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Datebook Catch-Up


The quote: “But love is blind and lovers cannot see/ The pretty follies that themselves commit;/ For if the could, Cupid himself would blush/ To see me thus transformed to a boy.” —William Shakespeare (1546-1616)

If you can name the play, you will see how it all ties in.


The quote: “The truth that makes men free is, for the most part, the truth which men prefer not to hear.” —Herbert Agar


The quote: “It’s the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time.” —Tallulah Bankhead (1903-1968)

Is a datebook considered a diary? You be the judge.

That odd little drawing in the corner was an idea I had for the last Illustration Friday (moon). A moon made of swiss cheese would make on eheck of a grilled cheese sandwich. It was funnier and far more spectacularly executed in my head.


The quote: “Anybody caught selling macrame in public should be dyed a natural color and hung out to dry.” —Calvin Trillin


The quote: “Students achieving Oneness move on to Twoness.” —Woody Allen.

Yep, I sold my house on Friday, July 20th. This would explain why I haven’t been posting much. Well, this and a crazy work schedule.


The quote: “Into every life a little rain must fall.” —Grandma. I’m guessing she was not the origin of this quote, but it was a favorite for my whinier moments. It’s part commiseration and part smack down really—very effective.


The quote: “Be true to your teeth or they’ll be false to you.” —Grandma

Despite the fact that I post quotes here fairly often, I don’t have a lot of quotes memorized. Of the few that have stuck in the grey matter, this one rises to the top very easily…oh well.

The drawing was done on July 28th at Ravinia Park while listening to the CSO.

What a Mess

Just seems to be the appropriate sentiment/critique/statement of the moment.


The quote: “When the thistle blooms and the chirping cicada sits on trees and pours down shrill song from frenziedly quivering wings in the trilsome summer, then goats are fatter than ever and wine is at its best; women’s lust know no bounds and men are all dried up, because the dog star parches their heads and knees and the heat sears their skin. Then, ah then, I wish you a shady ledge and your choice wine, bread baked in the dusk and mid-August’s goat milk and meat from a free-roving heifer that has never calved—and from firstling kids. Drink sparkling wine, sitting in the shade with your appetite sated, and face Zephyr’s breeze as it blows from mountain peaks. Pur three measures of water fetched from a clear spring, one that flows unchecked, and a fourth one of wine.” —Hesiod (~7th Century)

This spread is a complete mess. I found the quote a long time ago, and wrote it into the book before I’d even decided what I was going to do. Creates quite a satisfying mess.


The quote: “Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they should be.” —William Hazlitt (1778-1830)

For the past week or so, The Onion has had troops in the street handing out the paper. The little onion is not their onion, but my onion—the onion in my head. Nice to know it’s in there in case things get too bland.

It’s been a very long day. Thanks for stopping by.