I was going to write more about this, but instead I’ll just share this link to RamDass.org related to a soldier asking him, “What are you, some kind of yogurt?”
When I lived in Talkeetna, Alaska, I lived about two minutes walk from Talkeetna Air Taxi. Technically I think there were two houses closer to them than my cabin was, but personally, I enjoyed listening to the sounds of the airplanes at the little Talkeetna airport.
When I first moved to Alaska I took a really nice camera with me, and I took some fun photos I would have never thought to take with a regular camera. In this photo I was more or less laying down in a field of wildflowers (some weeds) at the Talkeetna Airport, bees and everything.
One of my favorite road signs in Alaska - “Caution: Yield to All Aircraft.” Seems like great advice. You can find this sign somewhere around Lake Hood, in Anchorage, Alaska.
If you like cold weather, this photo was taken at the airport I used to live next to in Talkeetna, Alaska.
Five weeks ago.
A couple of stories are bouncing around in my head, so I thought I’d write them down to get them out of there.
In story #1, I was meditating a few nights ago when “Boom!” I was standing in the house I grew up in. I always wanted to go back there to see what it was like with an older set of eyes, so I took my time in walking around, looking at and touching everything. Eventually I walked downstairs, and when I got there a young version of my mom came out of her bedroom and seem concerned about something. Then she looked at me and said, “Money is important, isn’t it?” I replied, “I suppose so,” and then she kept walking around with that concerned look, and then the scene ended just as fast as it began and I was back in the darkness of meditation.
In story #2, my family was at O’Hare Airport in Chicago, and I probably wasn’t a teenager yet, maybe thirteen years old at the most. I think I went to get a drink of water, and when I turned around an older hippie girl was standing there. She leaned down and pinned a little fake red flower on my shirt and said something spiritual, which I thought was cool. Then she asked if could give her some money. I didn’t have any money, and when I told her that, she ripped the flower off my shirt and stomped away much less peacefully. I remember thinking that her behavior wasn’t correct, and I suspect that incident made me mistrust religious people for quite some time.
(From a Facebook post from May, 2018.)
It looks like there may be a couple of ways to restart Mac networking -- AirPort to be specific -- from the Mac command line. The first is the old-school approach of using the
ifconfig command. This command shuts down the
en1 interface, which is typically the AirPort wireless interface. On my MacBook Air it's
en0, so I'll show that here:
sudo ifconfig en0 down
You bring it back up/online in the same way: