Home and In the Sun Archive October 2008

BkTht Tue - Where the Sidewalk Ends

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,

Listen to the DON'TS

Listen to the SHOULDN'TS

The IMPOSSIBLES, THE WON'TS

Listen to the NEVER HAVES

Then listen close to me -- 

Anything can happen, child,

ANYTHING can be.


Silverstein, S. (1974). Where the Sidewalk Ends. New York: HarperCollins.

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SngTht Sun - Not Ready to Make Nice

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her

Daughter that
she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

Dixie Chicks. Taking the Long Way (2006).  Link.

Cub Scout Pictures

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Some pictures from several photographers/dads are over here (camp-out and bake sale)

BkTht Tue - The Life of Meaning

     Here is Martin Marty, for instance, the great Protestant historian of religion, describing his "wintry spirituality" -- and insisting that taking a nap can be a form of prayer.

     Robert Franklin notes that African-American church's "defiant spirituality."

     Rabbi Irving Greenberg, former chairman of the United States Holocaust Memorial Council Speaks of post-Holocaust theology that can be "credible in the presence of burning children."

     Eileen Durkin, a cradle Catholic in Chicago, sees the world as sacramental and all life as a gift.

     Rachel Remen, a physician, writer, and teacher in northern California speaks about the difference between healing and curing, and of responding with compassion to the pain of people "whose names we don't even know."

     Madeleine L'Engle, one of whose books affirms the "hum of the universe," prompts Robert Wuthnow, the Princeton sociologist of religion, to make the qualification that, for him, the hum is in "a minor key."

     Thomas Lynch, poet and funeral director, says, "Grief is the tax we pay on loving people."

     Novelist Ann Lamott speaks of finding God in the utter dailyness and mess of it all," and calls laughter "carbonated holiness."


Abernethy, B. and Bole, W (2007). The Life of Meaning.  New York: Seven Stories Press.

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SngTht Sun - Minutes to Memories

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"He fell asleep with his head against the window; He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind."







Mellencamp, J. Scarecrow. Riva: 1985.

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BkTht Tue - The Art of the Start

     What a great thing a mantra is!  How many mission statements evoke such power and emotion?

     The beauty of a mantra is that everyone expects it to be short and sweet.  (Arguably, the world's shortest mantra is the single Hindi word Om.)  You may never have to write your

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mantra down, publish it in your annual report, or print it on posters.  Indeed, if you do have to "enforce" your mantra in these ways, it's not the right mantra."

     Following are five examples that illustrate the power of a good mantra:

          - Authentic athletic performance (Nike)

          - Fun family entertainment (Disney)

          - Rewarding everyday moments (Starbucks)

          - Think (IBM)

          - Winning is everything (Vince Lombardi's Green Bay Packers)

Kawasaki, G. (2004).  The Art of the Start.  New York: Penguin.  (link)

Why I Awake at 3:00 AM

Although I don't technically place the concrete, I am usually involved as the Owner's rep to make sure that the right, in-spec concrete is placed - and placed correctly.  Having early morning pours helps with weather (not too hot, windy) and with supply (no one else is pouring, so there is not a competition for concrete).


Beginning of the pour - Concrete Pump Boom from the right hand side.

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Striking off the concrete.

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Sun is coming up.

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Nearing the end - sun up higher.

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Bull Floating to make the floor very smooth.

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BkTht Tue - The Death of Ivan Ilych

     "Maybe I did not live as I ought to have done," it suddenly occurred to him.  "But how could that be, when I did everything properly?" he replied, and immediately dismissed from his mind this, the sole solution of all the riddles of life and death, as something quite impossible.Ivan

     "Then what do you want now? To live?  Live how?  Live as you lived in the law courts when the usher proclaimed 'The judge is coming!  The judge is coming, the judge!" he repeated to himself.  "Here he is, the judge.  But I am not guilty!" he exclaimed angrily.  "What is it for?"  And he ceased crying, but turning his face to the wall continued to ponder on the same question:  Why, and for what purpose, is there all this horror?  But however much he pondered he found no answer.  And whenever the thought occurred to him, as it often did, that it all resulted from his not having lived as he ought to have done, he at once recalled the correctness of his whole life and dismissed so strange an idea.

Tolstoy, L. (2003). The Death of Ival Ilych and Other Stories. (Afterword McLean, H.) New York: Signet. (link)

Reinforcing Steel

Reinforcing Steel (re-steel or rebar) is the steel reinforcing that is usually placed in concrete pours to give the deck strength in tension.  While on the project site KCAB T3SSB 2008.10.06 (2)today, the 4-inch bar that I'm holding was found.  This bar was purposely cut to this completely non-useable length, tagged with an official bar number, and shipped from the fab shop to the project site.  As it is noted as weighing "0 pounds" it is probably pretty lucky that it didn't blow off of the semi.

Perfect 10.

7:45 a.m., October 2, 1998 is when the clock started.

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Here is the product exactly 10 years (to the minute) later.















BkTht Tue (Wed) - The Spirit of St. Louis

When I leave a cloud, drowsiness advances; when I enter the next, it recedes.  If I could sleep and wake refreshed, how extraordinary this world of mist would be.  But now I only dimly appreciate, only partially realize.  The love of flying, the beauty of sunrise, the solitude of the mid-Atlantic sky, are screened from my senses by opaque veils of sleep.  All my remaining energy, all the attention I can bring to bear, must be concentrated on the task of simply passing through.

Lindbergh, C. (1953) . The Spirit of St. Louis.  New York: Scribner's Sons. (Link)