I work in a very corporate environment. My language at work tends to fall into the technical dialect. It’s deeply meaningful to those that understand it and is (generally) very specific. I don’t do it intentionally, it’s just communicating with
Help… please…
I got an email today. It was a very moving request for money to aid flood victims in Pakistan. The email contained the following photo’s: I didn’t add any text to my response: Personally, I
Anniversary
Today, I’ve been married 15 years. I’ve said pretty much everything that I can about the wonderful woman that I’m married to but one post in particular really sums it all up. Go here and read: http://jinksto.com/blog/?p=1255
It’s Healthy
Obama said that I could keep my current healthcare plan. He promised it. Over and over and over he claimed that there would be NO changes. I said then that this would not be possible and I was right. I,
Peace… (cont.)
And it is… peace… continued. I sit on the porch for hours that first night. Just me, way out in the woods. There is electricity at the camp but I have all of the lights turned off. There are no
Peace
There’s something about going home. On the one hand, it’s a beautiful thing. The environment is the same. The same number of pine trees. The same, slightly moved, clearcuts of recently harvested trees. The same planted forests. The same log
Swamp Thing
I went camping a few weeks ago. I went with Rob and his brother Scott who you already know along with a few other folks. One of the guys was my room (tent, hooch, hot bunk) mate in the first
Hidden Stories
A few months ago I hinted at several things that I had managed to do for others but didn’t share them. I want to share those things but haven’t figured out how to do so for a couple of reasons.
Yes We Can…
I was thinking something similar when driving across the country earlier this week and thought about a blog post on the topic but someone on facebook summed it up nicely. Q: What was the most positive result of the
Drive it…
… Like It’s Stolen! Was a common saying when I was growing up. Usually it was tossed out when someone got a little more aggressive on a dirt road than was really warranted. It was usually shouted by the passenger