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Journal Entry: Sun Apr 6, 2014, 12:35 PM
:devart:


The thought manifests as the word; the word manifests as the deed; the deed develops into habit; and habit hardens into character; so watch the thought and its ways with care, and let it spring from love. Born out of concern for all beings… as the shadow follows the body, as we think, so we become.
-Buddha


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  • Listening to: My inner self
  • Reading: A History of Graphic Design
  • Watching: Closley
  • Playing: My 1920s May Bell guitar
  • Eating: Pesto Salad
  • Drinking: Tea

Ambrose Bierce said:

Journal Entry: Tue Mar 11, 2008, 9:25 PM
:devart:


Generous, adj. Originally this word meant noble by birth and was rightly applied to a great multitude of persons. It now means noble by nature and is taking a bit of a rest.

Doz sez:
Be generous with that which you create. It comes to you freely and to be of true value should be shared just as freely.

  • Listening to: Feist
  • Reading: Larry Niven's "Ringworld"
  • Eating: fried baloney sandwich
  • Drinking: black tea
100 per cent of us die, and the percentage cannot be increased.
a sunny day
a pleasant drive
the sights around the bend
adventure bound
new places found
companionship of friend
what we may see
on days like these
let's hope they never end
I need this time in nature, for it's curative value. Even a simple overnight camping/road trip can produce an image or two.
  • Listening to: a Cactus Wren
  • Reading: nature
  • Watching: for wild life
  • Playing: Joey's Treo
  • Eating: jerkey
  • Drinking: tap water
110 in the Valley. Too hot. must escape. across the desert floor to the Junction. Then north along the Apache Trail to the cool breezes blowing down the canyons and across the lakes.
  • Listening to: my tires whine
  • Reading: the road
  • Watching: the pavement end
  • Playing: the radio
  • Eating: trail dust
  • Drinking: from a canteen
Ten miles away, up a rough, winding, mountian road I am in the woods. Quiet. Cool. Peaceful. Beautiful. Healing.
  • Listening to: the wind in the trees
  • Reading: the animal tracks
  • Watching: dappled shadows play
  • Playing: among the rocks
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: in the beauty
Springtime is upon us and all things new are born and all things old are reborn.
  • Listening to: the quietude.
  • Reading: my own palm.
  • Watching: the snow melt.
  • Playing: (I'm not playing, I'm serious.)
  • Eating: pleanty of roughage.
  • Drinking: 8,8oz. glasses of water a day.
Ask me.
Really.
No, go ahead, ask me...
  • Listening to: the TV drone on about nothing
  • Reading: tea leaves
  • Watching: my self age
  • Playing: along with everyone else
  • Eating: my cake and haveing it too
  • Drinking: the elixor of life
so i'll write something to fill in the space.
  • Listening to: Einsturzende Neubauten
  • Reading: 9/11 coverup
  • Watching: Aqua Teen Hungerforce
  • Playing: Bejeweled2
  • Eating: Doughnuts
  • Drinking: Milk