Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that […]
Category: Just Shelley
Soft arcs of winter white
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. This is derived from trip notes recorded in paper journal I started the trip to California under clear skies that lasted with me until Colorado. I arrived at Denver around sunset and the sky was beautiful, a blue-gold color that speckled the dark grey clouds gathering to the west, and […]
My life as a T-shirt
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. One of the boxes I brought back contained my t-shirt collection — a set of t-shirts that I’ve collected from various events over the last several years, but have never worn. If I had to put together a curriculum vitae, I would do so by taking photos of each of […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I have a couple of essays to post this weekend once I transcribe them from my paper journal to digital. But in the meantime, I thought I would post a pic or two from San Fran, as well as write about the trip home. I had forgotten that the storage […]
So much to say
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The best thing about a road trip covering a lot of miles (4300 miles, round trip) is returning home, sleeping in one’s own bed, and waking up in the morning realizing that you don’t have to drive through the pouring rain. It looks like the storm that’s haunted my steps […]
