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Tuesday, April 3, 2012


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“Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you now because I never stopped dawdling like an eight-year-old on a spring morning on his way to school. Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn. I am a very happy man. Thank you.”

Dr. Hoenikker's Nobel Prize acceptance speech (in its entirety)
Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut

Old jealous corn skeletons stand in disciplined rows - sheathed in brittle armor – and make their last stand against the rising forces of spring.

Water percolates into the earth

The clouds … like swaddling cloths.

Birds draw arrows in the sky…eventually

Save for the grass-stained chin, I frequently see this expression at the daily 10 o’clock scheduling meeting.

It was Mr. T who saw Bill Monroe’s bird watching article in the March 18th Oregonian – an article that chronicles the current spring migration, parts of which can be witnessed from select viewing areas along Rentenaar Road.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there…,

From High Flight — John Gillespie Magee, Jr

A reluctantly rising sun correlates loosely to a rising cacophony of opinions - ejaculated into the crisp morning air - a vacillating sonic cloud of indecision - until consensus is reached – then suddenly… “Jump!” 

Later, when direct sunbeams hint at summer, the wild rumpus begins

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