#73: Make Each Day Count
Monday • April 6th 2020 • 7:25:25 pm • 903B
Captain's Log: Quarantine. Day Twenty One. There is birdsong outside, and I can feel the sun. I woke up rested, for the first time, in years. My mind was hardly ever tired, but all the rest needed time. I am ready for gyms to reopen, It will be so much fun...
#72: The Ballad of Meow
Sunday • April 5th 2020 • 11:23:24 pm • 2KB12
Captain's Log: Quarantine. Day Twenty, the promised day of rhyme a plenty. I am sitting here with my salad, expecting to write world's littlest ballad. I waited until the conclusion of day, to see with what rhymes that may pay. Alas, twenty just about...
#71: All Things Special
Saturday • April 4th 2020 • 9:04:04 pm • 727B
Captain's Log: Day Nineteen of Quarantine. Tomorrow, day twenty may have rhyme a plenty, but it won't rhyme with quarantine, and that was unforeseen. I waited all day to write, to see if something interesting may bite. I wanted to draw and paint, and dance...
#70: Teacher
Friday • April 3rd 2020 • 7:59:02 pm • 1KB
Captain's Log: Day Eighteen of Quarantine. Researching, learning, computers being mean. It must be Friday, the eve of Eighteen, I peeked outside and I think the trees are turning green. But the squirrels, again, they act so weird, smart little kitties...
#69: Workout Video
Thursday • April 2nd 2020 • 4:04:32 pm • 1KB
Captain's Log: Day Seventeen of Quarantine. Found two bugs in code, and got stuck in between. I was supposed to be working on a Sound Machine, but spent the noon formatting the code to keep it clean. I can't believe, there is a bug in my code, its probably...
#68: Missing Underpants
Wednesday • April 1st 2020 • 12:35:20 pm • 623B
Captain's Log: Day Sixteen of Quarantine. Keeping it serious like Wolverine. I have decided not to rhyme, I really haven't got the time. I must leave the thieving Squirrels behind, yes, really, I don't mind. Today, is a new day, I am completely serious, I...
#67: The Genius
Wednesday • April 1st 2020 • 12:22:10 am • 14KB3
You are a Genius. Genius, is a collector, and a master of frameworks. One of the most pop frameworks, is English. Or as we will call it here: TheEnglish Framework for Advanced Human to Human Communication. The "Double U", the 26 unsqiglies (as I call them ...
#66: Squirty Squirrels
Tuesday • March 31st 2020 • 12:20:21 pm • 652B
Captain's Log: Day Fifteen of Quarantine, Squirrels continue being mean. They just aren't very keen, on the idea, that their theft gave them diarrhea. I know not what to do, Darn Squirrels! that Trailmix was not for you! Maybe someday we'll move on, come a...
#65: Lawn Flurries
Monday • March 30th 2020 • 9:11:22 am • 331B
Captain's Log: Day Fourteen of Quarantine, All the local squirrels, now hold me in high esteem. They feel munchies to extreme, but the trailmix they stole is gone, flurries of the box still scattered on my lawn. Squirrels, now crazed, and withdrawn....
#64: Must Dance
Sunday • March 29th 2020 • 9:14:44 am • 237B
Captain's Log: Day Thirteen of Quarantine; Still staring at my screen, hanging on for dear life to my spleen. As I drink another coffee bean, trying, trying not to create a scene. Dancing dressed red outside my window, during quarantine....
#63: The Birds Are Going Wild Outside My Window
Sunday • March 29th 2020 • 7:14:44 am • 114B
The birds are going wild outside my window. Probably because of all the Plump Squirrels I've been feeding. Dammit....
#62: The Squirrels Attack
Saturday • March 28th 2020 • 6:31:17 pm • 299B
Captain's Log, Day Twelve of Quarantine. I ordered some trail-mix from the internet, mailman dropped it off by the door. And all the local Squirrels I've been feeding came over. They ripped the box open, and ate it all without me. How rude, I probably...
#61: As Young As Your Faith by Douglas MacArthur
Friday • March 27th 2020 • 9:12:01 am • 630B
People grow old only by deserting their ideals, MacArthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as...
#60: Brave Man by Inazo Nitobe
Thursday • March 26th 2020 • 7:56:25 pm • 691B
A truly brave man is ever serene; he is never taken by surprise; nothing ruffles the equanimity of his spirit. In the heat of battle he remains cool; in the midst of catastrophes he keeps level his mind. Earthquakes do not shake him, he laughs at storms....
#59: Demon by Friedrich Nietzsche
Wednesday • March 25th 2020 • 7:33:22 pm • 1KB
The heaviest burden: What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be...
#58: The Student
Tuesday • March 24th 2020 • 10:48:11 pm • 2KB
Astra Taylor on the Unschooled Life Texas teacher doesn’t assign homework, and she has amazing reasons why l GMA Digital A Mathematician's Lament Skipping School by Lua Martin Wells Hackschooling makes me happy by Logan LaPlante Going natural in education...
#57: I Went To The Woods by Henry David Thoreau
Tuesday • March 24th 2020 • 5:11:29 pm • 605B
I Went To The Woods I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live...
#56: If by Rudyard Kipling
Tuesday • March 24th 2020 • 11:18:57 am • 1KB
If— IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't...
#55: Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Tuesday • March 24th 2020 • 9:36:42 am • 533B
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but...
#54: Kosmos by Walt Whitman
Monday • March 23rd 2020 • 8:46:35 pm • 1KB
Who includes diversity and is Nature, Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also, Who has not look’d forth from the windows the eyes for nothing, or whose...
#53: Make Me Young by Kurt Vonnegut Jr
Monday • March 23rd 2020 • 4:32:49 pm • 112B
Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!"...
#52: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Monday • March 23rd 2020 • 9:41:42 am • 541B
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The...
#51: The Man in the Arena by Theodore Roosevelt
Sunday • March 22nd 2020 • 4:14:25 pm • 752B
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;...
#50: Grow Strong My Comrade by Will Durant
Saturday • March 21st 2020 • 4:14:25 pm • 244B
Grow strong, my comrade … that you may stand Unshaken when I fall; that I may know The shattered fragments of my song will come At last to finer melody in you; That I may tell my heart that you begin Where passing I leave off, and fathom more.”...