Once upon a time, a black bear walked into the Breeze Inn in Seward, Alaska and was enjoying the view of the big glass windows ... but was encouraged to leave.
Here’s some source code that demonstrates a quiet, concise, and attractive new programming language I’d enjoy using:
As I get back into “book writing” mode, it’s funny to find notes like this that I left for myself:
TODO: Edit this text ruthlessly when you’re feeling better.
I was so sick during the last few months, I have no memory of writing that.
~ a note from september, 2016
These are some terrific words from a blog post titled, I’m Not The Radical Left, I’m The Humane Middle:
I believe in full LGBTQ rights.
I believe we should protect the planet.
I believe everyone deserves healthcare.
I believe all religions are equally valid.
I believe the world is bigger than America.
I believe to be “pro-life,” means to treasure all of it.
I believe whiteness isn’t superior and it is not the baseline of humanity.
I believe we are all one interdependent community.
I believe people and places are made better by diversity.
I believe people shouldn’t be forced to abide by anyone else’s religion.
I believe non-American human beings have as much value as American ones.
I believe generosity is greater than greed, compassion better than contempt, and kindness superior to derision.
I believe there is enough in this world for everyone: enough food, enough money, enough room, enough care — if we unleash our creativity and unclench our fists.
So I pour some root beer in a Ball jar glass I use to drink from. I put some ice in it, then set it on the counter because I realize I left my glasses in the bedroom. In the bedroom I hear a cracking noise from the kitchen, but when I come back I can’t figure out what it was, so I assume it was the ice cracking in the root beer.
I pick up the Ball glass, take it to the computer area, then realize I now left my glasses in the kitchen. So I start walking to the kitchen, and the bottom of one of my feet feels a little wet. I can’t make sense of that, unless the Ball glass already started perspiring and dripped.
I come back to the computer area and find a little puddle of root beer under my glass. “Oh,” I think, “the root beer must have overflowed after I put the ice in. Strange I didn’t feel it on my hands.”
So I pick up the Ball glass and think, “Huh, that’s a lot of root beer under there,” so I take it back to the kitchen to rinse the glass under the sink. When I put the glass under the sink the bottom explodes and falls out.
Flowers at an intersection in downtown Colorado. :)
When I woke up this morning I was very refreshed and my brain was quiet, so I decided to meditate. Shortly after that the room got a little busy, and then a terrific Michael Jackson song started playing. As I watched what was going on in the room and listened to the musicians and the lyrics, I realized it was a song that doesn't exist here in awakeland. Stuff like that will make you wonder about the nature of reality.
A few more September colors from Talkeetna, Alaska
“Be a true representative of the goodness in your heart, and don’t expect it to be easy or even noticed.”
~ Adyashanti (via Gratefulness.org)