Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Christopher Hitchens - (April 13, 1949 - December 15, 2011)
"That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed without evidence."
- Christopher Hitchens
- Christopher Hitchens
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
session premium lager
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
west branch of the penobscot river
Took a recent sojourn to the north woods of Maine for fly fishing with my friend Wes. Our destination was the West Branch of The Penobscot River. This land is some of the most beautiful anywhere. Thanks again Weston.
Monday, October 3, 2011
"faith" is a fine invention - emily dickinson
185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
lord byron - she walks in beauty, like the night
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
kicking cats
I love cats. I really do. It hurt when I kicked our cat last night.
Not just my shin, but the cat as well. I was awakened from the sofa by my wife (without whom I likely wouldn’t love cats) and asked to come to bed. As I made my way to check the door of our Manhattan apartment, I accidentally struck Silas with a solid blow to his small, loving head.
His deep blue coat is hard to see in small light. At impact he gave me a quiet Silas chirp, he’s the most soft spoken cat I’ve known, and scampered away. When Si failed to join us in bed a few minutes later, I rose to check his well being.
Si was crouched in the middle of the room and when he saw me emerge from the bedroom he scurried for darkness. Si doesn’t run from me. He knows me. He welcomes me. I was the first hand to ever touch his soft, shiny, coat. He hasn’t forgotten. I didn’t pursue him and retreated to bed.
When I woke in the morning Si wasn’t at his usual post, guarding our dogs we say, I looked forward to seeing him. I emerged from the bedroom again and there he was, on the shag rug enjoying the morning sun. He stood, arched his back and moved forward to my hand. Another day has begun.
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