Morning Pages

I'm not about to get into Julia Cameron's Morning Pages. She's recommending to her readers and demanding of her students that they spend the day's first cup of coffee and thirty minutes writing three 8x11 pages freehand of whatever thoughts come to them.

For one thing, I hate my handwriting. That's probably a main reason I got so deeply into computer technology in the first place. For another thing, during my first cup of coffee my greatest urgency is getting out of the house early. If I don't give my employer the best and earliest hours of my day, I will end up dozing off at my desk around noon. I cannot afford to be caught with my eyes closed and slack-jawed.

Once I become retired, voluntarily or involuntarily, I will happily institute morning pages, because I believe in Cameron's rationale for them. But even then, I will be pressing keys, not pushing pens.

Saturday Scores: Size Matters

My Doberwoman's catch exceeded that of the fishermen and surfers.

Weight Loss or Lost Waist?

Okay. It's come to this. I have to bear witness to a failing attempt at weight loss. I have tried everything except what everyone tells me works: Weight-Watchers. I just refuse the notion that I have to pay a 3rd party in order to get in a regimen which is healthy for me.

I hate fat people. I think they are the scourge of the health system. They clog our health clinics, insurance rolls and the aisles in commercial aircraft. I despise them, even though I am conscious that some percentage of them are grotesquely corpulent only because of some physical disease. But the vast majority of them, I am convinced, are obese only out of personal, willful, irresponsible negligence. Like smokers.

So what does that say about my self image?

Father's Day

You pre-paid my dues, Dad. 

And after a half century, I am still chasing after you, trying to put down a little more on what I owe you.

Flag Day Is Always Golden

My youngest son and I were born on the day. This day. Put better, he was my most favorite birthday present ever. Today, he is in London. And he sent me this. Hopefully, we will be sailing together this Friday!

Day Pages

Cameron's creative horses are like her real horses: she has to feed them first thing in the morning. Otherwise they will become restless. That's her morning pages.

My creative spark are Dobermen. They would rather run on the beach and surf, swim after tennis balls in the harbor, or catch frisbees in the park, than eat. They have always been happy to be fed twice daily, but only when nothing else is happening. Those are my day pages.