• Quiet Saturday

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    This morning I slept in a bit and early on had a desire to jump in the truck and drive somewhere pretty. I ended up doing bills this morning and thinking about potential destinations before I ended up talking to my folks, and then meeting them for lunch at the Quarters for some barbecue...

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    The Pertinence of Potok

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    I was thinking tonight about Chaim Potok’s “The Chosen”, and “My Name is Asher Lev”, and about a few others of his books really. I was thinking about them because it is no secret that I’ve loved his books, and return to them every decade, it seems, in waves. They contain something deeply inward,...

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    The Mall of Fates

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    When he got off of the transport- an interstellar 10-speed that was an exact replica of the one he had loved to ride all around Indianapolis before it happened- an attendant in a white suit with a green tie met him visually, nodded, reached out for the bike, and pointed at the 20 pairs...

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    Tick Tock

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    The Cubs beat the Reds tonight 7-5 for their second straight win and I fell asleep on the small couch in front of the electronic cinema for the second and third half-innings of the game. It felt like I slept hard and I was disoriented for a few moments when I woke up, but...

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    The Audacious End of Arlen

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    It wasn’t surprising it ended like that. Arlen had always been intrigued by the unusual and the immense. Instead of pushing cars across the living room floor, as a child he would constantly practice leaping from the top of furniture. As a five-year old, he once came home basted in grease after he found...

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    Right Round

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    Sometimes in the middle of the workday, Tim and I take a walk. Sometimes we find a discarded office chair on a street corner by a quiet intersection. Sometimes magic happens. Sometimes. Sometimes the light never goes red. — Photo Credits: Tim Price

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    Reporting from Mother’s Day, USA

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    Today I didn’t write anything, and I didn’t cook anything. I did make coffee and I didn’t burn it. I did watch a video on an eagle that got its beak shot off by a hunter that had a prosthetic put on it to replace it. That was cool. My sister’s exchange student left...

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    Spades

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    Inside She draws the line While outside Everything is fine Run to the stairwell Run out the door What is the matter? Don’t you love me more? Inside She plays the game Outside It’s all the same Hand on her hip Heart on a cloud Here is your dinner Striving out loud Come sit...

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    New Crop

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    Last weekend, I finally removed the old plants from the garden box in the backyard, and cleaned and turned the soil in the box, and then reset the watering line to its position down the middle of the box, ready to provide water to some new occupants. Tonight, I was glad to finish the...

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    Follow the Leader

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    I’ve been at Architectural Research Consultants for about nine years now. It’s hard for me to imagine that I’ve been there that long. And I am grateful for being there. The main reason I am there is Tim, really. He interviewed me. He hired me. He slowly plugged me into the system once I...

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    Lion

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    Tonight I watched the film “Lion”, and I have not felt so many feelings or shed so many tears watching a film in quite a while. The story, based on one man’s real life, begins simply and horrifically enough- a young boy accompanies his older brother from a small community in western India to...

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    How Udaya Ended Up Watching Her Brother

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    In the spring, when the sky grew more blue than gray during the day and the snow in the high places began to melt and wake the water on the hillsides, little Udaya was told to watch her brother. In the early evening of the day before, Elan and Gopan had gone up into...

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    Humble and Kind

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    I turned on Dancing with the Stars tonight just in time to catch the segment I hoped to. I remembered it was Monday night, and because it was Monday night and the Cubs game against the Rockies tonight was blacked out locally, I figured I could still root on a Cub through that show....

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    Marathon Sunday

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    It’s the top of the 18th inning at Wrigley right now, where the Cubs and the Yankees battle on into the evening. The length of the game is not a record, but the number of strikeouts shared between the two teams- at this point, 45- IS a Major League Baseball record. The Comeback Cubs,...

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    Day on the Hill

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    Today began optimistically as a day for getting stuff done, but pretty much ended as a not so much. Unmotivated and OCD, I ended up inventorying a few games in the old Avalon Hill game collection this morning, which then morphed into trying to inventory a few more, and then reviewing the inventory spreadsheet...

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    It’s the Gettin’ Back Up

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    I don’t have much else today either. I can’t tell the difference between trees, guns, or car engines. I listened to Michael McDonald’s “Take it to Heart” today for the first time in a long time and recalled how mesmerized I was with that drum track the first time I heard it. I felt...

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