I do not consume, I create. I do not absorb, I radiate.

Wisdom Comes Slowly

Albert Einstein I recently read the biography of Albert Einstein by Walter Isaacson for the second time, Einstein has fascinated me ever since I went through a course on physics: his ideas captivated me then, and have stayed with me ever since. Einstein was more apt...

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Revolutionary $5 Computer: Raspberry Pi Zero

The New Raspberry Pi Zero. The Raspberry Pi foundation has released the new Pi Zero, which comes in at an absolutely amazing $5 price. They are of course totally sold out so I can't get my paws on one yet, but even so I know this is going to be amazing. I was excited...

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Forget Me Not – 1918

Forget Me Not – 1918

Forget Me Not 1918 These pressed flowers were in a book I bought many years ago at a garage sale. I have kept the worm eaten book and these flowers for many years because they are special. I don't know the story, I don't know if this was a funeral bouquet for a fallen...

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Ink Cuneiform

Ink Cuneiform

This is my Cuneiform Epitaph. Scratches on clay the remnants of lives, tiny sparks that winked brightly and then went out; time consuming the present moment by moment, Langoliers following closely behind, watching for scraps and pouncing on wasted time. When flesh...

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An Offering Of Pearlescent Debris

An Offering Of Pearlescent Debris

Sawgrass riptide, silicate crystals smeared across my toes, the pressed down deepened holes in the burning white, where I run down to the harder pressed darker expanse of shallow sea.   There are gulls on the edges vision, screeching,┬ádiving, salty spray of...

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A Poem For Summer.

A Poem For Summer.

I put a poem in the inside of every new moleskine I buy. I put this poem from Tennyson in the moleskine I used for the most chaotic, upsetting and exciting year of my life. (4-2014 to 3-2015) An incredible number of things happened to me and my family during that...

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Little Rivers – Henry Van Dyke [Book Review]

I saw an old red leather bound book in the .25 section of a local Book sellers' rack. The published date was 1907, and the title: Little Rivers by Henry Van Dyke. It was in rough shape, the edges were torn, the cover was held on with a rubber band. It was a small...

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Graffiti To The Gods

Graffiti To The Gods

Immortality. That is the cause that drives all of us; we meat-puppets, bio-piles, self-motivated obsessed carbon life forms that we are. The reason we do everything that we do is because we die. The meaning of life is that it ends. The scrawled hearts on the park...

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1987 Vulcan 88 Classic.

1987 Vulcan 88 Classic.

This is my 1987 Vulcan 88 Classic. It is big, it is old, but it is mine, and it brought me safely through a 1300 mile journey, so I feel a bit of gratitude towards the old lump of steel and weather-checked rubber.. I figure I owe it at-least a chance to live on in...

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