Bufflehead Cabin

How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

— Emily Dickinson

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Michael Kenna, Tow path, Blackburn, Lancashire, 1984

[Nobody’s ultimate path turning finally toward its obscure termination.]

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mingei:

peter zangrillo / stoneware pots

All science asks is to employ the same levels of skepticism we use in buying a used car or in judging the quality of analgesics or beer from their television commercials.

Carl Sagan (via whats-out-there)

[*More bullshit, Carl. Used car salesmen, brewers and pharmaceutical companies seldom go broke due to the applied intelligence and keen skepticism of consumers. P.T. Barnum is credited with nailing it: Nobody ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people.*]

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It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool’s paradise.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

[*This is the purest bullshit, Fyodor. Perhaps you placed these words in the mouth of a character whom you were developing as fundamentally a fool.*]

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catherinepapeillustration:

Bumblebees

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merlinhaggard:

Jimmie Rodgers and Will Rogers 1931

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Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know “why” I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.

Will Rogers (via emotional-algebra)

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journalofanobody:

Cowboy Junkies - Misguided Angel

M Taking Coffee Break in S. Carolina Winter Mountains

[Temperatures today in S Carolina will top 110 F with humidity to match. Days like this we pay for all the beautiful weather the rest of the year. It’s soothing to look at winter photos & read winter haiku.]

theantidote:

Our coffee cups. And birds. And the green trees

with blue shadows. And the sun leaping from

one wall to another like a gazelle…

and the water in clouds with endless shapes

in what is left to us of sky,

and other things of postponed memory

indicate this morning is strong and beautiful,

and that we are eternity’s guests

—Mahmoud Darwish, from “A State of Siege” (tr. by Fady Joudah), in The Butterfly’s Burden. Copper Canyon Press, 2006

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The Buck Stops Here in Boone, for the Model T meet. — with our friend Julie Chiles, Rebecca Branson Jones & Shona Carr.

GPOY with the late Lotus relaxing some years ago in the front yard of Bufflehead Cabin.

[I got hooked on Tumblr this afternoon when I shudda been meditating like this. Got too chatty. BTW, I’ll try indicating stoned observations with this mark [* —- *] Comments from an unaltered tattered mind, with the regular brackets.]

What if you slept?

observando:

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?”

― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What if Chuang-Tze slept
And what if
In his sleep
He dreamed he was
A butterfly.
And what if
When he awoke
He thought he was still
A butterfly
Ah, what then?”

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Once Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, fluttering about joyfully just as a butterfly would. He followed his whims exactly as he liked and knew nothing about Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he awoke, and there he was, the startled Zhuang Zhou in the flesh. He did not know if Zhou had been dreaming he was a utterly or if a butterfly was now dreaming it was Zhou. (Zhuangzi, Chapter Two: Equalizing Assessments of Things)

From Emlyn Thompson’s Illustrated Inner Chapters

victoriousvocabulary:

CHIROPTERAN

[adjective]

of, relating to, or belonging to the Chiroptera, an order of placental mammals comprising the bats.

Etymology: from Ancient Greek χειρ (kheir, “hand”) + πτερόν (pterón, “wing”).

[Audrey Benjaminsen - The Bat Rider]

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