i’m in awe of young poets that write verse that can only be comprehended later in life. I know it is an illusion: it is man who attributes meaning to symbols. It is us, as we grow wiser with time and experience, who expand the poem’s meaning and
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vanity sometimes makes you stumble upon beautiful things.
it’s been 2,123 days since I created my first note in Evernote on January 5, 2017. It’s served me well, taking practically everything I threw to it and retrieving information at will. Exactly one year ago, I wrote a commented list of my favorite apps and, when
we went on our first camping trip as a family last weekend. Purposefully designed as a low risk experience. Location: Malibu Creek State Park.
we need to embrace and find beauty in logistics.
today with the Jeep, my wife and I throw paddle boards on the roof, and surfboards in the trunk and in 20 minutes we’re in the water
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(“I’ve been ten thousand miles in the neighbor’s backyard” -Luna) sometimes I wonder if Bob Dylan is one of those poets whose songs are meant to be interpreted by others. Think of Joan Baez and Blowin’ In The Wind, or A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall and the
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