Postgres 7/31 '15
I learned a great deal and got some things to work.
Math Facts 7/29 '15
Also, you're a great Dad.
Rutherford 7/28 '15
Shifts 7/26 '15
Out with:
- facebook
- reddit
- imgur
- twitter
- instgram
- netflix
- amazon instant video
- fark
Not that there's anything wrong with any of that, except to clear space for...
In with:
- onepostwonder
- khanacademy
- github
- https://berniesanders.com/news/
- news.ycombinator
- project euler
- goodreads
- rmbryan.com
Sales 12/14 '14
Book Two Plans 12/6 '14
Arden House, Book Two is done.
It is BEAUTIFUL, and just in time for holiday gift-giving.
We're going to have two Open Houses:
Saturday, 20 December and
Sunday, 21 December
Both days 2 to 4 PM at our house.
(IM me if you need directions)
We'll have crates of books, $15 each, and
I'll be able to accept credit cards.
news 12/5 '14
Situation 12/3 '14
I got up at 4, wrote until 5:30, went to work. Worked until 15:30, then went to Pendle Hill. It's 18:00 now. I just noticed this poem by Marge Piercy written on poster board over the door to the Kiln Room.
"The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who stand in the line and haul in their places,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.