The gist of things here in my hometown, set within the arcs of things in the wider world, all from my uniquely biased point of view. Feel free to extend the horizons with your comments.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
If a tree falls in the forest...
...you can listen attentively to its sound, without standing in its path and letting it crush you.
It reminds me of a picture on a coffee mug of a tired person getting up in the morning, and trying to remember the basice:...first the pants then the shoes.
Madcap - the proximate trigger was finding a draft post of it, and realizing how to fix the wording. The ultimate trigger is almost forgotten; I think it was a combination of an intense family debate about the semantics of "sound," and my perpetual preoccupation with, well, intense debates that willfully miss the point.
Tim - if that was me, it would be: where was I - getting up, or going to bed?
Snork.
ReplyDeleteNow, what brought that on, Laura?
Laura,
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of a picture on a coffee mug of a tired person getting up in the morning, and trying to remember the basice:...first the pants then the shoes.
Tim
Madcap - the proximate trigger was finding a draft post of it, and realizing how to fix the wording. The ultimate trigger is almost forgotten; I think it was a combination of an intense family debate about the semantics of "sound," and my perpetual preoccupation with, well, intense debates that willfully miss the point.
ReplyDeleteTim - if that was me, it would be: where was I - getting up, or going to bed?