sunrise this morning near Asilomar!

I wonder if that fisherman knew he was in the path of that path. I didnt even know he was until I got home and noticed it. I do love Pacific Grove in moments like these!

To be authentic. THAT is the answer.

To modify Shakespeare so the college student can better understand "what's happening" is like taking a masterful work of music and replacing the best parts with something like "E-I-E-I-O".  As if the actual writing is not the composition of the art itself.  Why not just paint a huge smile on the Mona Lisa so nobody has to wonder what she's thinking, or forbid the thought, understand it from one's own perspective.
Understand "her", rather. Or DaVinci, himself.

I think the professor of the logic class I am taking this semester would call that last comment a "rather/or" Syllogism.

Funny the way we simplify Shakespeare to better understand it, yet complicate what is instinctively obvious in order to become "logical".

-(Imported from my Twitter posts tonight)

My Fine Feathered Friend

This bluejay is the sweetest, little gift.  He visits and chats like this with me every day, communicating in ways that almost seem human sometimes. I think if he were a human being, he would be a philosopher with probably the very same curiosities as the bluejay that he is. He would be wondering how it is that we're all so connected, as well as hey, can I get something to eat?

"A Little Bit Later" Man Plays With Fire and Gets Learned

Working on an outline for a very serious, 8-page argument about technology, trying desperately not to be grim. This poured out after one of my Roman Numerals and made me laugh. I hope it makes somebody else laugh, too. Early man is to the earliest technology, as “a little bit later” man is to light speed technology today, which is to say that we most likely didn’t intend to make some of the mistakes we’ve made just as those uncoiffed cave dwellers probably didn’t mean to burn down their three-story bungalow and patio furniture, leaving them with little more than a cave with no plumbing and a campfire for checking email.   

There is always room for discovery and improvement.

There is no can't in can.  But there's a can in can't.  

That's a loophole.

The only truth is what cannot ever be changed.  Love is this.  For all I see and all I understand, this is all I know.