I’ve had a pretty busy week, and it’s thrown my routine to the curb. Some of you may recall that last Friday I was super excited about having a weekend off, after 3 weekends out of town. It was not meant to be, however – I ended up being pressed into work to meet some hard deadlines. So, I’m just tired.
But I’m pretty excited about the bird project I talk about in the second post linked below, and yesterday I happened by a locally owned garden store and bought a Dolgo crabapple for that sunny corner of my backyard I intend to plant tomorrow, and I’m still working pretty hard for the upcoming Membership program I will be launching in concert with my birthday in June. (No, you haven’t missed anything – I just haven’t publicly talked much about it yet. Stay tuned for more information.)
On the blog this week
The Accent: Like many educated Southern people, my accent was taken from me.
The Bird Project: I’m super excited about this new thing I’m into, and can’t wait to share it with you.
Debits and Credits: A retired farmer taught me that what you need to know about relationships can be learned in a casino.
Things I found while looking for other things
Construction photos from the building of the Eiffel tower in the late 1880s. No computers. No calculators. This is just as impressive as hell.
In the post about my accent, I mention Faulkner’s speech in Oslo when he won the Nobel prize. Faulkner lived about 50 miles from my home, and I knew many people who knew him. In this recording, he sounds like every educated man I knew growing up.
From that speech:
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
And how mindfulness can make you a darker person. This has been one of my critiques of the commodification of mindfulness in general – the self-centeredness it can lead to if not balanced by ethical systems.
Starting tomorrow I will be doing a Saturday post on my blog with pictures of what’s in bloom on my property that week, as well as cool pictures I captured that week in the yard. Sort of a visual wrap-up of the week.