Haiku and Katie

A wild white daisy
Gives meaning to the spring sun
In an ancient world.

Without Katie by,
My innermost heart’s landscapes
Are muddy puddles.

A carpet of leaves
Rests softly in quiet woods.
Crunch. Shuffle. Smell. Smile.

                                           Written By Katie

About Marc on Valentine's

1. My wife thinks she's annoying, but really she's the most enjoyable and fun and sweet and funny and smart and stimulating and easy company I could ask for. when I'm not with her I want to be.

2. I love how my wife helps me keep my life simple and rich.

3. I love how my wife and I have pretty much the same views of life and God and everything.

4. I feel like I'm much much cooler just being associated with Katie.

5. Katie makes up by far for my lack of intuitive ability.

6. Katie makes up by far for my lack of social skills in general.

7. Sometimes my wife gives me a weggie and laughs. I pretend to hate it but really it's kind of funny, as long as it's by her.

8. I love it how Katie likes it as much as I do when I come home for lunch.

9. If I didn't have Katie I'd crawl in a hole.

10. If I didn't have Katie I'd never eat a real meal.

11. If I didn't have Katie I'd talk way too much during movies.

12. If I didn't have Katie I'd have way less confidence in myself and my abilities.

13. I love how Katie mocks the ladder instead of climbing it.

14. If I could convince people like katie can I'd be the ruler of the universe by now.

15. I love how Katie has the ideal body of the renaissance.

16. I love how Katie has old woman hands but perfect neck skin.

17. When Katie wispers into my ear I'd do anything for her.

18. When Katie does that little kid sort of voice and smiles so cheerfully and asks me to get her a cup of water I'd do anything for her.

19. I can more than stand my inlaws and I love how Katie loves that.

20. There are many decent pictures of me in the world only because of Katie's mad photography skills.

21. My wife would fit in well in Norway cause she looks really really cute in pigtails.

22. My wife is very humble.

23. My wife loves doing yoga even though she has to use a rug as a mat and her feet slide across it when she does downward facing dog.

24. I love how my wife feels coziest in a wooden building.

25. I love love love how Katie "gets all excited about the silliest things."

My Emerging Humanism

Simple tenets in the pursuit of maximizing global eudaimonia.

The two noblest human virtues:

1.  Honesty

2.  Compassion

How best to achieve those states:

1.  Be actively receptive

2.  Apply the greater truths to everyday actions

There is a nice subjective/objective, or inner/outer, symmetry in each pair.  Of the two virtues, honesty is one of inner life; compassion deals with the outer world of others.  The two means of achieving the virtues have to do with connections between the inner and outer worlds.  The first concerning the movement of information from the outer world to the inner: it is a person's disposition to the world as it presents itself, what he is perceiving.  The second has to do with one's actions in the world, how one conveys inner information to the outside world.  Apply the greater truths to everyday actions by remembering what we learn about life through meditation and reading and our experiences and apply them to each thing we do.  "No matter what we may be doing at a given moment, we must never forget that it has a bearing on our everlasting self which is poetry."  -Basho

Simple tenets, and infinitely difficult.

The Wonder Machine

Modern grievances:
Cost of car payments

Dependency on foreign oil
Global warming
Particulate matter in your lungs (Loganites, you know what I’m talking about)
Cost of auto insurance

Traffic these days
Finding and paying for parking

Restlessness
Last but not least, that looming gut

One solution:
A bicycle

Check out this congressman.

More Haiku

Glowing copper moon
Through clouds above Brighton Pier
Sinking away soon.

Along Fieldgate lane,
An invisible breather
Moves through cedar tops.

My conceited words,
Like facades decked in fool’s gold,
Ward off even friends.

A dry autumn wind
Rattles the last of the leaves
On our dark High Street.

Outside of London
It’s worth the rigorous road
To Darwin’s small home.

Kenilworth lighthouse,

Haloed by the slanted light

Of the autumn sun