David Given Schwarm

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep. … Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same…

Yesterday, my mom came over for diner & lisa made enchalladas. they were awesome. afterwards we had homemade cookies. a fantastic night of eating…

So predictable as to be the equivalent of silence

There is a concurancy in transactions that is notfully realized in the stateless inventorythat we do every afternoon before taking our children to t-ballor reading from a book There is a user within the design methodologywho does not complete the transactionbefore the abend or the core is created and replicatedand never fully diagnosed.

A poem that communicates something that’s already known to a reader is not really communicating anything

I started drinking this tea while reading the Oprah Book Club selection of the same name. The book was great – dark, cynical, big themed & simply written. The tea however is even better – it makes me get all philosophical. I spend time thinking about how I interacted with people – I think about…

wow – just heard that he died. One of the ur-bloggers passing is an event to remember. He had some many great quotes – the stuff about the high water mark of the sixties, the being a white guy listening to gangst rap in an suv, the hey rube stuff, the curse of lono, meating…

I have this horrible cold – ugly cough, can barely speak, body aches. Lisa and the kids had this last week. Being sick really limits my ability to get involved – I always feel like I have to shut down and protect what health I have – a real fear of over extending my self.…

started last night. likely last out the weekend. when one has kids rain presents all sorts of additional challenges – may be a mall trip will be in our weekend plans. I had a friend who was pissed off that the weather man lied about when this storm would start – all angry that it…