thinking of renaming the blog "Archibald Quarterly"

On this autumnal day, I feel like I must sit by a fire, with my dog, a cardigan, and a pipe. Sitting is not enough though. I crave revolution; I want to be a part of something bigger than myself. Maybe the age of revolutions is over. Maybe I was born too late. Maybe, if a revolution did occur in my backyard, I would not even have the chutzpah to step outside. I guess the thing with revolutions in the Fall is that someone has to start them. And what would be the revolutionary cause for which I would fight? Is there anything really worth fighting for?
I heard once the only real purpose for revolutions is to be able to love who you want, how you want, when you want and where you want...
I think that's worth donning a Phrygian cap and marching somewhere. But against whom does one revolt when our rallying cry is love?
I guess I, with my pipe, my cardigan, and my dog will just sit by the fire until we figure out the answers to these questions.

if atticus wrote a book of philosophy what would it say?

listen more than you speak.
live with excitement.
enjoy everyday things everyday.
life is too short to not do what you want.
love unconditionally.

i feel like i would buy his book and like it.

you are what is most beautiful about me

this painting won the 2008 archibald prize.
when i find myself in an existential mood, i feel justified by the amazing people i call my family and friends.

The Menagerie

We tried our hand at zoo keeping...

Then there was a terrible accident...

And we had to downsize.

noun verb sentence structure (with one exception)

the sun warms.
the dog plays.
the wife loves.
the sky rains.
the clouds shade.
the trees wave.
the frisbees fly.
the kids learn.
the chair sits.
the faces smile.

i am happy.

This weekend we had a rare treat in Shreveport...Snow! Yes, actual snow. Not just a winter mix. For the entire afternoon on Friday we had snow fall to the ground. No, there wasn't any accumumulaction, but still it was snow. As I was driving home from work all bundled up (thermals and all)... I thought here is a little piece of Oregon right here in Shreveport. Now if we could just get a mountian... we might live in the perfect place! I miss my Oregon peeps...yo!
love, whit

Patrick Swayze - She's Like The Wind

brookshires

aware

i read a book tonight about growing up in prague during the cold war. the kid drew a lot. and liked the beatles. finally made it to america. his children asked him why he came, and if he was an "early settler." he said he came for drawing. he took his family back to prague, and they couldn't understand what was so horrible about it. things change. freedom is an amazing thing.
speaking of changing, i like to drink water while i'm peeing sometimes to give me perspective on the cyclic nature of the world around me. everything changes. becomes something else. then back to what it started as. and back again. there. and back again. just incredible. this world. lets keep it.
been listening to a lot of npr lately while sitting in my club chair, wearing a cardigan and house shoes and pretending to smoke a pipe. feeling better informed, and like i can carry on an interesting and intelligent conversation. that feels good.
i need art films, literature and music right now. two weeks off. beautiful wife. oregon. sister. brother. fajah. majah. excellent.
then the cycle will bring me home. awareness is half the battle. in bed.

what sort of idiot wakes up at 4am to watch a soccer game going on in China?

me

on a blogger scale of 1 to shitty, i am an 11.

love is just a kiss away

i've got all the shelter i need.