Have been too busy to write and so for the near future, I’ll put up photos. As part of our journey across Europe, Abby and I decided to go husky sledding in Finland. While my arms ached for days after, I absolutely loved the experience! And even moreso, I fell in love with the huskies I rode with. And as we were making our way home, I developed terrible husky withdrawal syndrome. By the time we reached Austria I was miserable :) ...
Cross posting, because I think the idea is important enough for me to have it on both the personal and work blogs I stuggle to write regularly. Sometimes, I struggle to write, because I can think of anything to write. And sometimes, I struggle, because I have a deluge of ideas. So I want to write this wisp of an idea, before I lose it. If I think it is of any interest to me, I should write it down in my own words. I will not pick up another book, before I write what I think of it, or write down the notes I highlighted. Even if it’s only a line, I ought to write it down, instead of just using Librarything or Goodreads to say I’ve read it. If I learn it, I should write it. I’ve already forgotten, how I got an image carousel installed on my personal blog. I should write shit down. Drastically reduce twitter and rss use. Copy Kushal and have a regular weekly cadence. That’ll give me at least fifty two posts a year. Well, that’s the idea … written down. ...
God said, ‘I need somebody strong enough to pull sleds and find bombs, yet gentle enough to love babies and lead the blind. Somebody who will spend a day on a couch with a resting head and supportive eyes to lift the spirts of a broken heart.’ So, God made a dog.1 ...
“One day the sun admitted I am just a shadow. I wish I could show you The infinite incandescence That has cast my brilliant image! I wish I could show you, When you are lonely or in darkness, The Astonishing Light Of your own Being!” — Hafiz
Randall Munroe posted this yesterday1 methinks, or the day before. And I immediately cried.2 When Abby was diagnosed with cervical cancer two years ago, the docs said we should be grateful, she had the non life threatening kind. Even so, the last two years have been full of ups and downs and lots of uncertainty. (We’ll be at the “How long does it take to read a scan?” stage again soon as we checkup after two years) ...
The little things you say To me, and nobody else Make me feel good The little things you say To me, make me laugh out loud And not when I should That’s why I like to hang out with you I never can guess The next mad thing you’ll do And I like that we’ve made, a mistake or two Together ...