Going Alone

Just four work days left before a two week vacation. I was up last night thinking about work, planning how things will go while I’m away. Yumiko was doing the same. We both need to let our jobs go for a bit. We work with good people, who know what they are doing and who in the end, don’t really need us. In fact, in some ways they’ll do better without us, and it’s good practice for us to get out of the way and watch them fill the space we now occupy with their own improv

This count up of days is more accurately a count down of remaining good days. But time has nearly always been important to me. That interest began when I met Richard Black back in, oh it must have been 1986 or 87, when I was working as a nurse’s aid in a convalescent home in Eureka, California. It was a part time, weekend job while I was still in university. Richard was there when I began, though it was months before I met him, as he was housed all alone in an enormous

Parker and I tackled some interesting ontological questions during our hike yesterday, including death. However, neither of us were prepared for our discovery of human bones scattered about in a ghost town grave someone had dug up. We both picked up the bones, asking aloud “are they human??” This video captures the moment when we realized they were, as well as our responses, both visceral and objective. #GoingAlone #TheGoodLife #CompleteOblivion The Good Life Meditation

I enjoyed an interesting talk with a friend today where we touched briefly on the differing ways in which people pace the moments of their days and the days of their lives. Of course, there are many factors at play in how we live, though I mentioned to my friend that one of the things that makes me rise early, work and play hard, and then go to sleep early and deeply is the sense that my moments are passing and there will be no more moments to follow. I get twenty-four hours