Pensée

Sometimes, with depression, there is neither correlation nor causation. Neither. Just a sheen of chemical pain that paints events and thoughts the same sickly hue.

Workout: log 6-26-09

Full lunges w/ sword: 100 right, 125 left.

Pushups: 20

Side planks: 10 each side.

Leg lifts: 20

Wx

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, and germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!"

-- "King Lear" by William Shakespeare.

riding the storm out

riding the storm out
Originally uploaded by Thirteen Letters Photography

Morning scene

I'm just like any other country boy -- jeans rolled up, bare feet awash in dew, swept-hilt rapier shining as I practice lunges in the sunshine.

The South's Signature Sandwich - Pimento cheese?

The South's Signature Sandwich - The Atlantic Food Channel: "Down South it's a culinary icon akin to chopped liver for New York Jews or chocolate to Parisians--but up here, it's almost probably less familiar to most folks than Pad Thai. In either case, it's a spread, not something you slice. Everyone's got their own, usually held close to the heart, recipe."

Really now?