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Having sat down to write a blog post, I have only managed to change out my blog template again and upload a bunch of rotating headers from my photo collection.  Try try again. Meanwhile, I actually like these.

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Thanks for the readers who have continued to read posts while I have been on a rest from it. 🙂



Remembering Art

Remembering Art

I posted about what my friend Art meant to me, but it couldn’t really capture very much about who he was. Perhaps this will give more of the picture.

Art playing the piano, on YouTube:


Secret Garden

Hymn to Hope

Interviews with Art


From the night we all went to the Fox Theater to see “Hair.” Art and I dressed for the occasion and we did look pretty groovy. Thanks so much Howie. <3 [caption id="attachment_5526" align="alignleft" width="450"] Heidi and Art [/caption]

Michael at Data Dome – The Early Years
Art and Calland
The Famous “Blinded By the Light” photo of Howie and Art

Art was so much fun.

It was good to spend some time with the old gang over the weekend. I feel like I’m going through all of the stages of grief at once.

Schnitzler’s Grove

Schnitzler’s Grove

Look! Look!

Finally, a piece of documentation for my great-grandfather’s biergarten! Please comment if you have any stories about Schnitzler’s Grove.

Schnitzler’s Grove
Feel Like a Wednesday

Feel Like a Wednesday


“I do not know how far my experience is common. At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.”
― H.G. Wells

“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.”
― Paulo Coelho

“It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.”
― Lemony Snicket, The End

“It is said that scattered through Despair’s domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart. Despair says little, and is patient.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

Autumn Day

Autumn Day

Wandering restless as the leaves.

Autumn Day (Herbsttag)
Rainer Maria Rilke

Lord, it is time. The summer was so great.
Let fall your shadow on the sundials,
and across the fields let loose the winds.

Command the last fruits now to ripen:
Give them two more days as from the south,
Drive them to completion and chase
The final sweetness into heavy wine.

Who has no house will not build now
Who is alone, alone will stay
Will wake and read, write long letters
And in the avenues wander restless
Here and there, where leaves are drifting.

Translated by Tilo Ulbricht, as quoted in the current issue of Parabola (Many Paths, One Truth: Vol. 36 Num. 4 , Winter 2011–12)