Words of wisdom

Thus should you look upon this changing world:

All component things are impermanent. 

All component things are subject to dissolution.

See all of this world 

As a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,

A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,

A flickering lamp, a phantom and a dream.

 

Buddha

 

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Spring Poem

Today, spring is hot and thick,
felt on the fingertips like oil
slick between your pads —
And promise blows through trees
drunk on new leaves and green,
green growth that almost glows—

We forget what year it is
and how old our bodies are,
remembering every other spring,
a bounty of birth potential
glimpsed in fluffy bunnies, fuzzy chicks
making us want to gambol & skip…

Flying down the freeway again,
the wind is no less harsh
but my mein is that much more mellow
My face heats and I am awash
in hope for a future more bright.

 

 

– April 24, 2013

Best run from my first autocross in a year

I’m back to autocrossing this year! The big development bringing me back is teaching Alexander, who is Jeffrey’s 15 1/3 year old, about this easy-to-access, affordable, and super-fun form of performance driving.

This is my sixth run of the day, my best by about a half second, although my standings among all competitors that day was nothing but mid-pack. (Sorry, that metallic clicking sound is a dangly thing bonking against on the rear view mirror.) We’re co-driving our daily-driver, a 2002 BMW 330i that’s bone stock premium package & equipped with new Continental ExtremeContact DW tires. For shits ‘n’ giggles, you can view Alexander’s face during his very first run here on Vimeo: http://vimeo.com/61073322

Voice of Trees (a poetic rebuttal)

Voice of Trees

 

The trees, I do not think,
they would not speak so prosaically
of boredom and visitations.
No, they stand serene and
always connected to the other
tree and bird and flower and
even a very few people, lucky
ones who feel their quiet power.
If trees could speak and show
their being to those of us
rushing around on human timescales,
it would sound like poetry,
like musical scales, like whale song,
like motes of dust in sunbeams,
like butterfly kisses on your brow,
like laughter of surf on sand,
like beads clicking in prayer,
like a chorus of frogs in a pond,
like the chimes of a fairy brigade,
and you would not even know,
much less remember, you heard it so.

 

 

– Feb 22, 2013
– A poetic rebuttal to one of Frog Design’s “8 Brilliant Concepts For The Future Of Wearable Tech”