Essays on life after 80 by a former poet laureate and musings on life at 56 by a random blogger of no particular note.
Nov 9, 1984
Definitely not whimsical. I wrote the first draft of this perhaps ten years ago and it reflects, as well as I could in hindsight, the funhouse mirror of my mind at 21. It wasn’t pretty. But if you love someone who is depressed, this might help you understand just a little bit better. If you are depressed, maybe it will give you a little bit of hope. For what it’s worth, I have not felt this way in decades.
Now without tracking!
We are tracked too aggressively on the web. I am opting out and, while you’re on my blog, I’m opting you out too.
The Best of Our Energies
The story of a visionary president, a moonshot and the most powerful toilet bowl cleaners known to man.
Best Practices (If Physical Mail Were Like Email)
Down at the pmail warehouse, I’m scuba diving in my Incoming bin and CCing people like a dervish. If only I could find time to do some actual work.
Categories
Being an explanation of why blog categories just don’t work for me and why the navigation is so useless on this blog.
Friends Lie
The really good ones do anyway.
The Faithful Couple
Love. A little about us. A little about them. A little about nobody I actually know. A little about some trees I care about.
Curriculum Vitae
Some simple things are easy to learn. Some simple things are hard.
Improved Roads
When we “improve” a road, what exactly are we improving?This is a reflection on improving roads, both actual and metaphorical, in Death Valley and Yosemite and the slow loss of “natural” places with every “improvement.”