Animals can communicate quite well. And they do.
And generally speaking, they are ignored.
– Alice Walker
Author: Adi
If a man does not keep pace with…
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
Walden
We listened to the man because he had…
We listened to the man because he had something to tell us, and us alone. Not how to play baseball, though he did that better than anyone. Not how to win, though winning was wonderful. Not even how to sacrifice. He was teaching us something far more important: how to cope with the two greatest enemies of a well-lived life, fear and failure.
To make the lesson stick, he made sure we encountered enough of both. I never could have explained at the time what he had done for me, but I felt it in my bones all the same. When I came home one day during my senior year and found the letter saying that, somewhat improbably, I had been admitted to Princeton University, I ran right back to school to tell Coach Fitz.
Then I grew up.
A day offline
Spending the bank holiday offline.
So, no twitter, email, Google+ or techmeme.
Reach me by SMS or call, if needed.
2 days to go…
Hills. Lakes. Hills. Lakes. Hills. Hills. Rain. Wind. Sun. Streams. Hills. Lakes. Rain. Wind. Hills. Hills. Chewie. Partner. Friends. Happy. Me.
Under 5 days to go
Under 5 days to go :)
Everything in life is about sex Except sex…
Everything in life is about sex.
Except sex.
Sex is about power.
Oscar Wilde (via Francis Underwood, in House of Cards)
It isn’t a calamity to die with dreams…
It isn’t a calamity to die with dreams unfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream.
Benjamin Mays
before I’m back in the hills In these…
… before I’m back in the hills!
In these 10 days,
- we set up an appointment for Chewie to lose parts of his manhood
- my sister moves to the UK
- my partner’s sisters visit us for a vacation
- N, partner’s only girlfriend I constantly hit on, visits us
And yet, the only thing that gets my heart racing, is the thought of the hills awaiting me at end of those 10 days.
I love hills :)
Monday Good ride 2 hours of productive work…
Monday:
Good ride.
2 hours of productive work.
4 hours of corralling myself into doing work I wasn’t ready for. Nothing got done.
3 hours of productive work.
Good ride.
An hour’s good walk with Chewie.
Tuesday:
Good ride.
4 hours of productive work.
1 hour of doodling. Sort of.
2 hours of productive work.
2 hours of discussion around project work and more.
Good ride.
37 lengths of swim.
Bad cramp.
Rest.
3 lengths of swim.
Cramp still there.
Tomorrow:
Weigh in.
Train + Bus.
Attacking that work thing I’ve been failing at. One. More. Time.
Drinks.
Bus + Train.