Archive for November, 2006

That one fleeting instant

, written by Jeremy

Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus, Roman Emperor from 161-180:

“… the passing minute is every man’s equal possession, but what has once gone by is not ours. Our loss, therefore, is limited to that one fleeting instant, since no one can …

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Codex

, written by Jeremy

I’ve been working, since the canoe trip this summer, to refine a few of the most important pieces I’ve written about on this site. These ideas are important to me as I seek to understand both my way forward and …

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Tatts and cards

, written by Jeremy

Life bulges with banality. Quantifiers like unanimous, majority, and average somehow dominate decisions. If it’s at least above middle, then it’s worth doing.

Even vices like poker and tatoos can finally trumpet their triumph at conquering the middle-class. Yet, would …

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Concrete straightjacket

, written by Jeremy

This summer’s canoe trip was, for the most part, a fairly placid experience. Smooth water, subdued weather, genial wildlife.

But there is a stretch of river where things get pretty inspired. Rounding a corner the river suddenly picks up its …

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Life imagined

, written by Jeremy

Are we not always living
the life that we imagine
we are?

– Henry David Thoreau…

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Gatherings that changed the world

, written by Jeremy

From wikipedia on the Slovay Conference:

“Perhaps the most famous conference was the October 1927 Fifth Solvay International Conference on Electrons and Photons, where the world’s most notable physicists met to discuss the newly formulated quantum theory. The leading

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Of foxes and pixies

, written by Jeremy

A fox came to visit yesterday. The first I’d ever seen outside a zoo.

A cascade of red, white, and nearly blue color – she poured down the hill. Her hair glistened, rolling with her tiny muscles.

She trotted along …

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Thoreau as poet

, written by Jeremy

Thoreau’s prose turned to poetry:

it is only when we forget
all our learning
that we begin to know.

to conceive
with total apprehension
approach it as something
totally
strange.

if you would make acquaintance
with the ferns
forget your …

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