Thinkin’ ‘Bout

This is the track of our 1/2 day kayak tour off the southern end of Lopez Island.

Come back to this entry later this week as I will fill in more details later.

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AcheiveIT! also called Persistence Unlimited, Goal Setting Blog.

This one has been sitting around the edges of my feed list for a while now. I have a few items starred for review If you are limiting your inputs there are better, if you are widening your cast then take a look.

http://www.persistenceunlimited.com/

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Some may be surprised to hear that I think the court got this one right. The answer is to amend the constitution again, framing the second amendment in the realities of today.

June 27, 2008
Justices, 5-4, Endorse Right to Own Gun for Private Use
By LINDA GREENHOUSE

WASHINGTON — The Supreme Court on Thursday embraced the long-disputed view that the Second Amendment protects an individual right to own a gun for personal use, ruling 5 to 4 that there is a constitutional right to keep a loaded handgun at home for self-defense.

The landmark ruling overturned the District of Columbia ban on handguns, the strictest gun-control law in the country, and appeared certain to usher in a new round of litigation over gun rights throughout the country.

The court rejected the view that the Second Amendment’s “right of the people to keep and bear arms” applied to gun ownership only in connection with service in the “well regulated militia” to which the amendment refers.

Justice Antonin Scalia’s majority opinion, his most important in his 22 years on the court, said that the justices were “aware of the problem of handgun violence in this country” and “take seriously” the arguments in favor of prohibiting handgun ownership.

“But the enshrinement of constitutional rights necessarily takes certain policy choices off the table,” he said, adding, “It is not the role of this court to pronounce the Second Amendment extinct.”

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/27/washington/27scotus.html

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In the days when the radio was the only way to hear Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac, I would feel a small thrill whenever I happened to be listening and The Writer’s Almanac came on. Now I have the podcast feed. Everyday it is the first on my playlist. I enjoy it that much. If I hear nothing else, I hear The Writer’s Almanac.

http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/

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I have to say I really enjoy my Scotts 20-Inch Classic Push Reel Lawn Mower.

No gas smell, no cords, no noise, a clean cut.

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This is a blog that has been on my list for a long time. Merlin Mann is funny. Merlin Mann is insightful. Merlin Mann is worth reading.

You can find him at http://www.43folders.com/ and a lot of other places, most of which I don’t watch. I need to limit my inputs. Still, 43 Folders is worth tracking.

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You can find it here: http://www.adventuresinscifipublishing.com/

This is an interview show covering science-fiction and the science-fiction market. They have drawn a number of popular, interesting authors in the genre.

The podcast is well reviewed in iTunes:

http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=201065113

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I’ve been working on the garden a lot this year. Transformations are in progress from quadrant to quadrant. New flowers are in, the bank is reenforced, the over growth cleared from behind the sheds, now the sunny bank will get these to dominate when the daisy farm has passed away.

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That I can sit here, watch a film, read encyclopedia articles of the history, read about the novel the film is based upon, that I can explore the nuances and edges, this is the age we find our selves in. There are those films we will sit with, full attention upon them, and those that will be noise in the room with little attention directed toward them. And there are those with which we can now interact. Our technology and its possibilities, we only just begin to explore them. We cannot yet hope to understand them.

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4 lines, 20 words, another short-short form, such generous space within which to express: image, vision, emotion, play.

Small seeds, placed in ready soil, kept damp, break the soil, shoving it with forces, unimagined.

A sound, that hasn’t escaped my skull, is no sound at all.

Sod stripped, raised beds laid, seed sown, starters planted, flowers surround, so the garden takes shape, over extended weekend.

Distress, from internal causes, with external triggers, ride along beside, joy at external triggers, with internal causes.

These items done, I stand ready for those items, always items waiting, the balance between doing, being and seeing, delicate balance.

It is time to create MUOPS, The Modern and Unilluminated Order of Philosopher Serfs

What frame shall I build that will provide the structure upon which I can build a full, whole, life? Which parts need be stiff, firmly

planted? Which should bend and sway? Which should float free? Within which are the spaces that serve a complete and infinite self?

New priorities steal from ones underway, making both less likely to succeed. Make a choice. We rarely recognize our place as thieves.

The land is twisted, folded, cut, tilted and buckled. We make it flat, or as flat as we can, our hips and shoulders prefer is that way.

Sun shining, Monday’s usual face, after wet, blustery, yet wonderful weekend. We are now embarked upon a week. False, man-made division.

Joined in a global world, without jet set imaginings, of a younger day, or the great explorer image of yet an earlier time. We are still.

There are things that take time, yet we have no space for time taken, all is now or yesterday, tomorrow screamin for attention.

Sunny morning, a few dozen birds of all sizes, eat from the bounty we provide, today, even a duck, visits, then, a hawk, swoops, quiet now.

Gathering, at that midpoint between solstice and equinox, we celebrate each other, our voices, expressing ourselves, to each other.

Picked proded and examined, and in turn, explored and considered, feeling hopeful of a fit, yet unsure, is this the next one?

On the water, invigorated, current arush and aswirl, we eddy turn, we ferry, we drift, we fall and we recover, harbor seal, loon and eagle.

Invigorated, energized, rolling on through each new day, busier, happier, this too will change, all is, and ever will be.

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