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May I strongly, strongly, strongly recommend a book (something I think I've almost never done here; the last time I can remember specifically is something like six years ago, or something? Could be wrong, but don't think so, at least not by much)? To Althouse even and everybody else.(And, yes, I did make a point of going through the Althouse portal to make the link, out of blogcourtesy and general respect.Also, the standard [and real] disclaimer: I don't know either of those people and I benefit not a wit by recommending or linking.)
But narrow is the road that leads to life.
But narrow is the road that leads to life.But not narrow is life's abundance and variety. 'Tis the power and the glory.
The trees like sentences, the leaves words old and new, some lasting, some falling from the page upon the ground.(Literary/Artistic)
Is it "not a wit" or "not a whit?"
wyo sis:It is "not a whit."Except at Althouse.
And devoid of snow.
So rcommal, does this book cover something like "fake but accurate"?
JAL:It documents in excruciating detail the conversation (accidental, perhaps, in the sense of "who, OMG, would choose this!) between a serious fact-checker and...a writer who wants both to be regarded as a non-fictioneer AND a creative truth-teller, but mostly just doesn't want to be questioned at all on account of thinking it's beyond the pale that he ought be.Perhaps that's a bad way to describe it. I could describe it in another way. And then to that I would also append: "Perhaps that's a bad way to describe it."This why I posted the recommendation. As stuff goes, it's not that expensive to buy it. And I'd appreciate reactions from people who actually read it.
There is unrest in the forestThere is trouble with the treesFor the maples want more sunlightAnd the oaks ignore their pleasThe trouble with the maples(And they're quite convinced they're right)They say the oaks are just too loftyAnd they grab up all the lightBut the oaks can't help their feelingsIf they like the way they're madeAnd they wonder why the maplesCan't be happy in their shadeThere is trouble in the forestAnd the creatures all have fledAs the maples scream 'Oppression!'And the oaks just shake their headsSo the maples formed a unionAnd demanded equal rights'The oaks are just too greedyWe will make them give us light'Now there's no more oak oppressionFor they passed a noble lawAnd the trees are all kept equalBy hatchet, axe and saw
But this is the internet, rcommal.We get our gas for free!We burp for no one!
The beauty of life? Someone's always counting your steps.
One, two... TEN... plus one, two, three, four.
Crack? Shut the fuck up.
We're trying to learn some math here.
But apparently doesn't fork.
I’ve previously used the term “socialist antibody” to describe the members of a leftwing protest crowd whose function is apparently to shadow and intimidate people they identify as unsympathetic to their cause. I think the following may also qualify. For the last year or so, Ann Althouse has been reporting on some of the more instructive scenes at the Wisconsin protests - as, for instance, when activist doctors invoked the virtue of “public service” while handing out bogus sick notes to absentee teachers, thereby leaving the taxpayer with a multimillion-dollar bill for work not done. All in the name of “social justice,” obviously. It’s fair to say this attention wasn’t always well-received by our egalitarian betters and resulted in death threats, ‘shadowing’ and a promise to “ruin your career, your sense of safety… and your life.”http://davidthompson.typepad.com/davidthompson/2012/03/this-is-what-passive-aggression-looks-like.html
I like the pic - nice "Northwest Passage" vibe.And, yes, mesquito, that quote is right on the money.
Wide, straight, and well graded. Looks like it was made from an old, abandoned, railroad bed.Do you really want to deprive future generations of trails like this with your opposition to high-speed rail?
What a road to life.byHindi Sahitya
That makes no sense what so ever.
All of a sudden, I feel like listening to some Rush. Thanks, WVRebel
Wide, straight, and well graded. Looks like it was made from an old, abandoned, railroad bed.Mmmm. Looks like an old logging road. You can tell it was reforested in the last 20 or so years. All the trees are the same height.wv y Marty y not Marty
PatrickI'm with 'ya. Was power washing my expansive deck yesterday and was doing just that. Was sampling newer stuff, namely, from Snakes and Arrows. This one hit me particularly hard:Now it's come to thisIt's like we're back in the Dark AgesFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestIt's a world of superstitionNow it's come to thisWide-eyed armies of the faithfulFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestPray, and pass the ammunitionSo many people think that wayYou gotta watch what you sayTo them and them, and others tooWho don't seem to see things the way you doWe can only grow the way the wind blowsOn a bare and weathered shoreWe can only bow to the here and nowIn our elemental war[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/rush/the_way_the_wind_blows.html ]We can only grow the way the wind blowsWe can only bow to the here and nowOr be broken down blow by blowNow it's come to thisHollow speeches of mass deceptionFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestLike crusaders in unholy allianceNow it's come to thisLike we're back in the Dark AgesFrom the Middle East to the Middle WestIt's a plague that resists all scienceIt seems to leave them partly blindAnd they leave no child behindWhile evil spirits haunt their sleepWhile shepherds bless and count their sheepLike a solitary pineOn a bare wind-blasted shoreWe can only grow the way the wind blowsThe Way the Wind Blows/Rush.
Rusty knows his cultivated forests. Logging road for sure.
Don"Tread: Rush was pretty big when I was a kid, and I for "Caress of Steel" when I had asked for their "Moving Pictures" for my birthday. The title track starts softly with acoustic guitar, and then BAM jumps in with a very loud power chord progression. I must have jumped three feet off the ground, because I was not expecting it. I still chuckle about that."Working Man" was an anthem of sorts when I was working in high school.
I was surprised to see pines in Sedona this weekend.I have been there before, but it is amazingly beautiful.Less New Age goofiness this time around, I noticed. Lots of crucifixes for sale, whatever that means.Sunday breakfast made us laugh because they hired a guy to play a Native flute. I cannot explain why we both found it hilarious. For $60 he would take you to a canyon and play the flute. I wanted to offer him $70 to take use to the canyon and not play, but my wife made me hush.Anyway, far from the shopping, some gorgeous parks with views that were so perfect they seemed fake.And this chapel was quite pretty, nestled in the rocks, the vision of an architect named Marguerite Brunswig Staude.And that's the end of my slideshow.
How come there are no leaves that no step had trodden black? I guess there's have to be two roads diverging for that to happen.That does not look like early March to me.
All that talk of blades and saws Made the elm trees sway and rock.To cull them is indeed extremeAnd an environmental blot. They brought their crowns together and in canopy they thoughtUntil they photosynthesized an ideaAnd contrived another plot They would graft baby Maple scions upon their sturdy stock and uplift those stature-challenged shrubsTo share in Nature's brightest lightAnd put an end to Maple's constant bitching.That is so annoying.
There you have it, the chapel explains the crosses.
This picture was taken on the Fern Dell Trail at Mirror Lake State Park. If you look a the PDF map, you'll see it's pretty far from anything that would have been a railway path. It's hard to tell from the photograph, but we're walking up a pretty steep incline on a bluff:"The rock forming Mirror Lake's gorges is sandstone. Geologists call it Late Cambrian, formed about 500 million years ago. Its sand grains are thought to have been deposited by rivers draining into shallow inland seas. The seas retreated and the sand compacted into sandstone."
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