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QotD: Civilization's Brackets
Jul. 21st, 2025 03:51 pm“Forests precede civilizations and deserts follow them”
— François-René de Chateaubriand (1768–1848)
— François-René de Chateaubriand (1768–1848)
Poem OTD: Tiny Frightening Requests
Aug. 23rd, 2017 10:12 am SOMETIMES
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come
to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests
to stop what
you are doing
right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for you,
questions
that have no right
to go away.
~ David Whyte
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Not my favorite Org: the Boy Scouts
Feb. 8th, 2009 07:44 pmTurns out the Scouts are not so pro-conservation that they won't sell off tracts of woodlands to developers, or loads of lumber from their "camps", for a pocketful of cash. And there are other distasteful things about them, not the least of which is a long record of homophobia. I learned something of their culture when I was working as a riverguide. While it's important for someone to teach values to the youth, I'm not sure exactly what values are being taught these days by the scouts. Are any of you scouts? My father was an eagle scout. Here's a collection of articles that sheds light on the organization and what they're up to:
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/specials/scoutslogging/
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/specials/scoutslogging/
The Cat Chronicles: Monsoon
Jul. 25th, 2007 09:34 amThe rain started earlier than usual today. I was out walking in the recently shorn forest, taking picture of the big logging machines. There was one machine picking up the trees, sawing off their remaining limbs, and tossing the tops in one pile and the even-length logs in another. There was another machine with four claws that picked up piles of logs and put them on a semi truck. There were lots of guys in orange standing around beside their trucks. One of them said good morning to me. I was almost surprised that nobody chased me away.
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