From a Better

"Knowledge is indivisible. When people grow wise in one direction, they are sure to make it easier for themselves to grow wise in other directions as well. On the other hand, when they split up knowledge, concentrate on their own field, and scorn and ignore other fields, they grow less wise- even in their own field."
Isaac Asimov (1920–1992), Russian-born U.S. author. The Roving Mind, ch. 25, Prometheus Books (1983).

In the Persion Gulf

Our fears regarding the Middle East are constantly reinforced through religious prophecy, politicians, ratings driven media, ignorance, and closed minds. Let's try to move in small, steady steps from this fear. If we just stay still, the fear grows.
This article ties together the myriad of issues and philosophies expounded in the American discourse. Then concise solutions are offered like a gust of sea-breeze.
http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2011/12/dont-stop-at-iraq-why-the-us-should-withdraw-from-the-entire-persian-gulf/250389/ My thanks to Toby C. Jones and the Atlantic.

Streetlights in the Rain after Holiday

A holiday can make you feel close or very far. Tonight I cannot write the half thoughts.
Love

Of tenderness, sadness, and nostalgia

Be careful with your post midnight mood music. Tear ducts may not care about your twenty year old swagger and self confidence. Even worse, they may stay steady and let your brain ache.
After an interesting evening feast of crackers, JIF, beef ramen, raisins and egg nog, I was set to begin to clean my room of the mass of just stuff. Remnants of last spring semester, the North Carolina summer, and the whirlwind of this fall were strewn, piled, and trampled on my floor. I cleared a gap for my record player. AA Bondy's American Hearts revolved with a keening melody.
I smoothed wrinkles in starched shirts and folded clothes. With a grunt my chest of drawers grated across the the faux wood panels. I hung up a damp white towel. Books stared me down, full of closed pages.
Somethings moved me. Maybe they froze me. Or I did not look. I could pretend, or just sigh.
I discovered five framed pictures from an old photo shoot. I wore ruffled socks, smiled, and looked like my father. Other photos loomed.
A short sword reminded me of a "coming to manhood" night that leaves me feeling dutiful yet oh so young. It is a thin, dull sword. I have not learned to fence.
Bow ties were missing. It was worth the carelessness, I'm sure.
My little brother drew that. Preston.
AA Bondy sings on.

The Omnivore's Delimma is still a sacred text

I grow weary of hearing monied interests preaching that oil-driven, man-made solutions are the answers to the world's problems. Those problems were made by monied, oil-driven, man-made solutions.

Pragmatism and faith in the Earth and the average man are viable solutions.

Feed the hunger.
http://www.theatlantic.com/life/archive/2011/12/organic-can-feed-the-world/249348/

The Atlantic is a superb news source. Educate yourself. The personal is the political.

I'm currently a fan of pithy writing style. I'll become garrulous in due time.

Rooting for Obama this go-round

Should we cheer for the current president to fail so we can elect another president who will then receive retaliation and thus failure? No.

This Friedman article is spot-on for the environment and sustainability.
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/04/opinion/sunday/friedman-this-is-a-big-deal.html?_r=1&smid=tw-NYTimesFriedman&seid=auto

Our planet.

Envisioned Accomplishments, Themes, Reservations

Hello, interested world. I greet you without the awkward fist-pound/ high-five mismatches.

I have high hopes for this blog. The primary reason for this blog's is for personal communication with people I know and miss during this next semester. Yet I hope this blog can facilitate personal growth through the memory and sharing of adventures, mistakes, fears, hopes, and thoughts. I hope to be light-hearted, flippant, intrigued, and deadly serious in various measures. Take my blogging persona with a heavy dose of cold North Sea saltwater.

Blog is a word in the same category as "burp," "bubble," "unbelievable," "amazing,"and "frat." I am not sure that it is a serious word.

Some themes of this blog are as follows. Virtue of mistakes, music as philosophy, worry for the world,  interest in God, wonder in Nature, subtleties and moments, art, and the value of the present.

I hope that this blog does not make me into the type of person whom you dislike when you text, gossip about, but enjoy in person.

Take things as they are.