I am in here.
‘Tis the night before I turn 50. I contemplate. So of course, my brain turns to mush. Much of the serious contemplation turns to the last post, which is a poem by e e cummings, recited at the opening of a conference I was just at by Brother David Steindl-Rast. He and I have become … Continue reading the last of 49, and the very last of 40
No sense NOT planning ahead!
Via Pharyngula… Happy 197th Birthday, Charles!:
Information is calling up Gayle the Travel Agent to find out (again) what time your flight leaves. Information is having Gayle reserve a rental car. With a specific company. Information is you standing there at the counter talking to the young woman at the keyboard, seeing what cars in what colors are actually available, regardless … Continue reading what is information — what information is
white pebble 