Bonus, crazy awesome rainbow and sunset as i walked home from my workout!
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Bonus, crazy awesome rainbow and sunset as i walked home from my workout! →
Day 38/100 – walk, then qm →
Strange, there were two people here with string-paddles playing some strange game involving very little movement; and they only used their feet to move– they seemed very odd to me. So I went over on the side I don’t normally use, but I couldn’t stop staring at them.
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Empathy Is a Clock That Ticks in the Consciousness of Another →
Yet whatever one calls it, we share a rough idea of what’s meant: a lasting sense of one’s self moving in a sea of selves, dependent yet alone; a sense, or perhaps a deep and common wish, that I somehow belongs to we, and that this we belongs to something even larger and less comprehensible; and the recurring thought, so easy to brush aside in the daily effort to cross the street safely and get through one’s to-do list, much less to confront the world’s true crises, that my time, our time, matters precisely because it ends.
~ Alan Burdick from, Empathy Is a Clock That Ticks in the Consciousness of Another: The Science of How Our Social Interactions Shape Our Experience of Time – The Marginalian
Elsewhere, this is 4ubaaa2. — slipbox
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Day 37/100 – Great Scotts! →
push push push pant pant push push push 16,802 days young, still mowing
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Japan →
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Day 36/100 – too dark →
It’s way to dark to run run run run run run :P
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Day 35/100 – soon… →
Walked 4 miles. Forgot to take a picture. Here, have a totally non sequitor photo of me shoveling snow.
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Things worth the writing →
If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.
~ Ben Franklin
Elsewhere, this is 4a291. — slipbox
rock. trees. sun. →
rock. trees. sun.
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Day 34/100 – the Master and I →
I was recently listening to a podcast with Jerzy Gregorek where he was talking about our internal ‘voices’. (the Fatalist, the Master, et al) He was describing how weight lifting had awaked his internal Master… it clicked for me this morning as I went out the door. “fitness” versus “training”. Solitude. Hard work well done. My internal Master — the master of me, not a master of others — has slowly awakened these past few years and knew what I should do this morning. 20 min trail run up here, work on this one route until my hands have had enough.
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