Of Birds' Nests

I want to speak of birds' nests.  I have very little that can properly relate these ideas, other than the fact that everything I will say is about birds nests; and so I will place them all here, under this title, much as Sparrows will build nests beside one another…

"end of story"

I have a hard time taking Brad Pitt seriously.  I'm sure that means there's something lacking in me, that I've committed some sort of sin against the contemporary world.  I'm just not sure what other response I can have to a man who says things like this: The Second World…

Not by sight

A list of birds I heard but did not see while weeding the garden: Belted Kingfisher Cedar Waxwing Hummingbird Pileated Woodpecker American Goldfinch Blue Jay Eastern Kingbird Osprey…

Looking for the 'Old' link

The web is infatuated with what is new.  You want an example, do you?  How about this.  When I got to Hacker News, I land on http://news.ycombinator.com/news.  At the top of the page, beside the obligatory "link back to the front page" is this…

On the call, and the invitation to friendship

I've been reflecting on the verb to call for the past two weeks.  It started (and continues) with my reading of Heidegger's lecture series, What is called thinking? and was brought up again in a conversation with Luke last night, and in a series of blog posts he made.  Luke…

Blogging and Friendship

I sent an email to three friends the other day, and asked them to join me in an experiment.  It was something of a risk, and I wasn't sure whether they would agree.  The theme of my email was blogging. I take blogging very seriously.  My blog is one of…

On seeing a Moose

While we were at the cottage, my mom was relating to me a story about the last time she and my dad had seen a Moose.  As they drove along a highway, they passed a logging road, running perpendicular to them.  She looked down the road, and saw the silhouette…

Peaches two ways

Today our children jumped on me in bed, wanting to know "what will we do today?"  My wife had left hours earlier to take a relative to an appointment, so I was on my own.  As we entered the kitchen, I saw it: a bowl heaped to overflowing…

Twitter is broken.

I really like Twitter.  I didn't think I'd ever write that, but it's true.  I find it to be somewhere between irc and my blog, replacing neither, adding a useful third channel.  But since they got hacked the other day, it's totally and completely broken for me.  I have tried…