I never said I was perfect
I still miss spots when shaving

A few observations//thoughts//quotes from today:

A stairway leading to an entrance now blocked by barbed wire, a homeless man resting outside the gate of a golf course under a Titleist umbrella

A tree so large and with roots expansive enough to serve as a blanket for picnics beneath its branches

Thoughts on natural and man-made monuments: The interesting thing I've noticed about natural monuments (trees, mountains, rocks, etc.) is that they don't necessarily face any one direction. Except for sunflowers which face the ever-changing position of the sun, natural things only "face" one direction when their viewpoint is hemmed in by an artificial object. These man-made monuments always face one direction. They may have many entrances but there is always that one more-specific entrance facing on specific direction. Natural things, on the other hand, face the whole world at once.

From Anna Karenina [the greatest book ever written]:

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.

But it was distasteful to her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of other people's lives. She had too great a desire to live herself.

"Excuse me," he said, "I think I'm becoming ridiculous."

"I often think men have no understanding of what's not honorable though they're always talking of it."

It's really so tough
When the things you want are the same as the things you don't

This evening I applied for summer work in Alaska, Montana, and Maine
So, I suppose...Wish me luck?

Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?

Oh Driver F, who knows

"I'm not too concerned with what I am going to do. I am more interested in who I am becoming. I want to be a lover of God and people." --Shane Claiborne

Ditto, Shane, Ditto

Sgt. Shriver: How can anyone in their right mind decide that it is an intelligent expenditure of our money to put 75 cents into military wars and drop out a quarter to solve the poverty problems here at home? That doesn't make any sense at all.

Myself 40 years later: A-flipping-men!

Johnson's "Great Society" really could have been.