Geek pride.

When you hand your mobile device to the repair person and the say, "ooh, this is cool".

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3ByIa25CjnE

sweat is Truth.

truth is beauty.

Sweat is beautiful.

That unfortunate moment when you show up for a call and three other people are wearing the same color button down as you.


#men.

Kate Tempest - Ballad of a Hero (& others)

“If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason,

  then all possibility of life is destroyed."

― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

"Some people feel like they don’t deserve love.

They walk away quietly into empty spaces trying to close the gaps of the past."

from Into the Wild

Revision

I feel the need to go back in time to 2015 and tell British children
that Ella Eyre didn't make "We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes Off".


I think I like, really want to do that.


In real life.


This is LifeAfterYouRealizeYourGenerationHasProduced20YearOlds.

The Swan & The Lake - Silent Morning Joy

A Secret Letter to the World Left Unfinished

I am currently in the process of the yearly cleaning...

And, without announcing it, also letting go...

As part of the progression to Life's next phase.

In doing so, I am finally getting rid of some things from over a decade of accumulation,

over a decade old: from when I first came to this particular over-populated spot on the giant mudball called (here),

with my name and face on them.

And it's a much younger face.

to me.


And I felt

(sigh)

a "way"?


A lump?


Regret?


Resolution?


Or) All of the above.

You Don't Know Jack

that moment when you suddenly realize the similarity


and possible correlation


between "Joachim",

(its variants),

and "Hakim".

you make me feel mighty (slow)

Walter Mosely - Let That Weight Go

Let That Weight Go

Confused.

---

From: C. Walker, Jr.
Sent: ‎5/‎8/‎2016 5:40 PM
To: C. Walker Jr.
Subject: Confused.

I am currently sitting at a table outside a restaurant waiting for a to-go order.

A woman exited with a beer and sat at another table.

I stood up to make a call, came back and sat down.

While tapping on phone, I realized that she was now sitting at the same table as me...smoking a cigarette.

Aside from the empty table she was first at, all the rest of them were empty as well.


confused.

Let it all go.

It's all just metal and glass and plastic and paper and dirt.

Just let it all go.



Once, when I was in high school, I went to the drink machine installed in my dad's office to get some Delaware Punch.

In the process, I dropped a quarter which rolled underneath the machine. I went to some length or another (I believe a coat hanger) to try to retrieve it.

My father, seeing me up to some activity, inquired, and I told that I'd dropped a quarter.

Incredulously, he replied, "well, let it go!"

To understand the import of this to me, you have to understand that my father was the frugal one in the house. You have to understand that he is the reason why I thought it was so important to get it back (all the while viewing him as cheapskate...in that way parents make us in spite of them or ourselves). You have to understand that he said "let it go" in a way that indicated he would have been equally as incredulous to know that his was the influence that had me on my knees trying to fish out a thin, round slug of currency.

I've thought of that moment many times since. It was a striking instance.

Now, were this a lovely tale, you'd read that from that moment on, I learned to let things go that weren't that important.

It is, however, not.

I don't let things go very well.

Maybe I used to...well, I don't think I ever have. In fact I used to pride myself on my ability to keep hold to a grudge, the permanence of my memory.

But I don't now. Things fester, and crust, and fester.
I've hung on to so many things, for so long, that it is hard to get new things in. The only new information that seems to stick are experiences that probably need to be let go.



I broke something tonight that probably cost me few hundred dollars.



It happened. And it was annoying and disappointing.

But then I sighed and shrugged.


and thought about the story above.


and realized that I'd decided to just let it go.




(:-#Sr.

Simon Sinek: Why good leaders make you feel safe

The California Cycleway

"The inventor and promotor of the cycleway was Pasadena resident Horace Dobbins, who attracted ex-California governor Henry Harrison Markham to join him in the venture. Together, the two sought approval from the California state legislature, which was ultimately granted (after a first attempt was vetoed) in 1897. The California Cycleway Company bought a six-mile (10 km) right-of-way from downtown Pasadena to Avenue 54 in Highland Park, Los Angeles.
Construction began in 1899, and about 1.3 miles (2 km) of the elevated wooden bikeway were opened on January 1, 1900, starting near Pasadena's Hotel Green and ending near the Raymond Hotel. The majority of its route is now Edmondson Alley. A toll booth was located near the north end, in the present Central Park. Had the full route been completed, it would have continued past Highland Park, on through Montecito Heights, crossed the Los Angeles River, passed Elysian Park, and continued to the Plaza in Los Angeles. The full nine-mile run would have had a maximum grade of 3% and an average grade slightly over 1%. At its highest point, the elevation of the roadway was 50 feet (15 m).
The portion built was constructed almost entirely of Oregon pine and was wide enough for four cyclists to ride abreast, with provision for eventual doubling of the width. It was painted dark green and, at night, brightly lit with incandescent lights. The toll was 10 cents one-way, or 15 cents round trip."


(wikipedia)

Uncovering a Tale of Rocket Science, Race and the ’60s

I Am Love - The Jacksons

if they'd stayed together...they might all be alive...and have their original noses.

the GIRLS, too

and, YES, that matters


someone close to them told them as children that they were ugly as children,

and,

whomever it was,

they were in that house.


You plant pain early enough,

it will sprout,

and take root deep.



Don't tell children they're ugly. Even in jest.

They believe it. It eats them from the inside later.

What you learn when you finally watch Spike Lee's doc about Mike.

Joel Schumacher,

king of Batnipples,

was the screenwriter on

Car Wash (the original)

Sparkle (the original)

and The Wiz (the original that was an adaptation of a play that was an adaptation of a book).

hm.