writing briefly from work… and only because it’s either take the time to do so or pop.

well. an auspicious start to the day. the truck is dead.

three words: sumatran black satin.

wouldn’t you know? the phone rings at midnight. now i am pop-eyed. heh. so ok, surf the crystal wave a time and wait for sleepy to return.

great first day. good people. good work. lots of potential. very happy. also very, very tired. brain drain. massive input and the cerebral sponge requires rest. that’s all for now. going to bed smiling, though. which is nice. p.s.: interesting happy and sad thought today… both the same thing — not saying what it was, just mentioning it. suspect anyone that knows me knows what it is. freedom is as positive as i remember it.

tomorrow, i begin a new job.

a visit with friends…

the obvious disclaimers apply, but it is intriguing the things this little applet spits out.

some time ago, i purposed to do a series of contemplation on the eightfold path. life decided to jump up and snarl the traces for a time and i did not proceed as planned. i am doing so. this is the first of what will eventually be eight posts, upon the eightfold path as outlined in the Buddhist tradition: Right View, Right Intention, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, Right Concentration.

a quiet, peaceful day of unpacking.