Putting this here to find it later:

http://diannesylvan.com/archives/1358

Good article, right on the money.   

“Goodbye, my fairy bunny princess, I love you to the moon and back.”
She lived life fully and joyfully and silly and taught and did and laughed;
Life is unfair, she knew that square, it took from her energy and craft.
She could no longer teach in classroom bright; she taught me from deepest night.

In deepest night she passed away, but to me she is a summer day—
Sunflowers and strawberries and the cat will play.
In her garden we drank tea and lemonade
And cursed the oxalis growing in sun and shade.

She taught me there of that bitter leaf,
And now I feel a joy and peace with grief.
She lived as long and hard as she could,
Sang songs, did Commedia, and taught kids good.

I danced at her wedding on the peak;
There, the rabbi wise did speak:
Life is good, appreciate it like fine glasses-
Enjoy it all, don’t be stuck when it passes.

And so she did up until the time she left;
The lesson?  Be living, even if you are bereft.


Doggerel from the Heart   John R Schmidt 6/1/2013 © reserved
Quote from Jeff Lampert, no permission.

Elkburgers   (elk, 1 egg, pepper, salt)  grilled on the barbeque
White corn     grilled
artichokes    grilled (not eaten, too late to eat)
spinach salad with blue cheese dressing
Spud Salad with mustard dressing and garden plants (chard and beet greens)
Fruit (grapes, peaches, cherries. )

Very nice. 

1. Charter Member in the "National Sarcasm Society".    Like we care what anyone else thinks.
2. Smart people to work with.
3. The feeling of being a small herbivore.
4. Money.  No, really.   Money.
5. Health insurance.

I loved Laina's post on the issue. 

It's frog soup...all the fun things are gone...and I'm below eyebrows in the stupid.

...wondering why I stopped going on adventures.  Le Crapaud.  Collegium Feast.  Road trips.  Yoga class.  Why did I stop?

...applying to go check out Brightworks on SF, just to see.  I also should go see the writing studio there...

...haven't done anything concrete about my weight, and not enough about my health.

...am bogged, gobsmaked, and not getting enough done at work.  It's 9 PM.  I still haven't finished last Monday's work, because every time I come back to my desk, there's another ticket for me.  Yet one of my coworkers only works 8 to 4, and another 9 to 5.  WTF?...

...hmmm.

...get two things done and go home. 

...fsck. 

Reply here, and I will respond with three things I love about you.

In honor of Teresa, and because we need it.

Not because I'll get them all (most) (any) done, but because if I let them out of my head, I'll stop thinking about them all the time. 
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Perhaps I'll stop thinking about them all the time. 

1. Sort and hang the art in the house.
2. Get the eggbot fully working and
           *etch glasses for Diana and Niki's wedding gift
           etch be amazed wineglasses for mom
           etch some pumpkin glasses for Chris
          etch some octopus glasses for fun

Mossariums.   Make some for gifts, but have a big time fun to be able to have them in the LR on the shelves.

Pergolas!  Or are they arbors?  Certainly not Gazebos. 

Fondue party. 

Stained glass tryptic for Teresa

garden plan for front yard

(cutting myself off before I get too wild)

no, wait--casting:  Saluminati!

Cold smoker additive to hot smoker

After the heat of Summer--ah, the California Gold!                        Comes a traveler from Newcastle, land of coal and cold. 
The fall will bring the soft fog and rain,                                         He now makes Sunnyvale his domain
And California will be reborn--green                                             Adds to our cooking and Litquake scene
New sprouts will rise, new leaves unfold                                      Dresse'd is he in black, and gold
The rains will wash the air all clean                                             He's now one of us, at the Coffee Bean
                                    And Chaz is here now, with a card of Green!

(Doggerel of Joy)

Endeavor Onward

A silver speck against the blue-white wideness of the desert sky;
Endeavour sails no longer to the stars,
But here she majestic flies, serene atop her custom ride
Honoring her final pilot, and one who worked to see her work go forth:
Mark Kelly, Gabby Giffords, both grounded now as well,
Yet never ceasing their endeavors to carry on and upward,
Going forward.
Sentinal Peak salutes her, as do we who dwell in sight
Of that black mountain and the stars that shine above.
No cloud can dim that brightness, nor sorrow fade
The knowledge, the achievement she - and we - have wrought.
New craft will come, new hope spring up,
Inspired by both ladies, dauntless in their will;
New dreams shall see the day, made real with many hands
That reach and work not isolate, alone,
But with concerted effort, all together,
Endeavoring always onward, and reaching for the stars.


--Jennifer Tifft, 2012

On the overflight in Arizona


On the overflight in Silicon Valley:

A roar, a flash, here and gone.
Looking up from dirt into the blue sky at white wings;
one last passage for honor and remembrance.
The last of the Shuttles weaving the path here to orbit;
a gap in the sock to space now exists.
What will darn it?

Darn it! We are blinded by earthbound interests;
wars and fear rather than looking forward, outward, upward...
where is the killer app that will push money into space?
Science and time march on, as do religious fears,
but I looked into the sky as the spacebearer passed,
and remember a past of more glorious futures.

It's not how much better I could be than four years ago,
but how much better We can be as a country.
"Men build big things, awesome things",
but besides the mile high penis substitute buildings,
what do we build that could be that great?
A bridge to the sky, and beyond the sky,
Goodbye Ferry of the New Frontier.

Endeavor. I shall strive to.

--John Schmidt