I was sitting in the grass playing English horn in a park. I was sitting near a bend in the road but the road was closed right behind me so cars kept turning around. I was waiting for someone (my old oboe prof) to bring me a new reed; the sun was low but bright and golden
some excellent and chill banjo and fiddle tunes from North Carolina
"Where am I, and what is the time?" he said aloud to the ceiling.
"In the House of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning," said a voice. "It is the morning of October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know."
"Gandalf!" cried Frodo, sitting up. There was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by the open window.
some of you would have used the one ring to try and do good with it
so little humility here
why do musicians insist on using bits of spoken word in their songs? either sampled or spoken by the singer or whomever. it always ruins the track
"Apples for walking, and a pipe for sitting"
what's it called when people reinterpret aphorisms in contrarian ways obscuring or even inverting the meaning of the original entirely? especially if it's only done to showcase one's cleverness or intellectual 'superiority'
RE: https://mastodon.social/@AimeeMaroux/117483753077666448
well that's this year's Christmas gifts sorted
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can anyone help me locate a free version of this book?
Allies and obstacles : disability activism and parents of children with disabilities by Allison C. Carey, Pamela Block, and Richard K. Scotch
mulling it* over and over
*it=cider
if using social media (and this—mastodon—is social media) is ostensibly a means to an end, the end being having relationships with real people, then there are very few of you I have actual, real, flesh and bone relationships with. I wish it were more! but, and I know this is obvious and borderline cliche, we've lost the end and have become so absorbed in the means—myself included
I dunno man, it seems to me that we've forgotten that this internet social media thing is just not Real, not True.
the boy saw a neighbor kid out yesterday he hasn't seen before. I asked him if he wanted to walk over and introduce himself and invite home over to play. as he started putting his shoes on I asked him if he needed help with what to say, and he goes, very nonchalantly, "nope, I'm just going to ask if he wants to be friends."
(this is a riff on Zhuangzi)
if there's one thing I've learned it's two: the one thing plus me saying something about it equals two. and the original one thing plus the two is three. So if there's one thing I've learned it's six...
happy to see the Atlantic daily email discuss Thoreau's Autumnal Tints. You can read it in all its splendor many places, including here:
https://walden.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/AutumnalTints.pdf
"As they listened, they began to understand the lives of the Forest, apart from themselves, indeed to feel themselves as the strangers where all other things were at home."