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December, 2007 Monthly archive

frodo.jpgMy to-do list just got shorter by about six letters: t h e s i s. The metaphors are thick and plenty now, flowin’ heavy like the ‘I’m warning you blue’ of dawn earlier this morning. The secret to the final hours, you ask? Aside from the Krispy Kremes and caffeine injections? Well, for one, I knew I’d get to write this post at the end of it all. For two, at some of the toughest spots I breathed in deep and remembered the mile ten mantra: You can do this. Running has taught me so much. (Cue Chariots of Fire, boys.) And for three, I knew when I’d finished I’d get to give Frodo and Sam their rightful due praise. Swearly and squarly, those two Hobbitses really were my mascots in the final hour.

It's gone . . . it's done.

SAM looks down at FRODO ... FRODO'S FACE is at PEACE ...
his BURDEN destroyed...

Yes, Mr. Frodo ... it's over now.

FRODO and SAM crawl onto a ROCK as LAVA streams towards
them . . . in seconds THEIR ROCK is an island in a sea

FRODO shuts his eyes . . .

I can see the Shire ... The Brandywine
River, Bag End, Gandalf's fireworks . . .
the lights in the Party Tree . . .

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Heads up! Nephew Appreciation Day. I do not have the bandwidth to write about our experiences together at his last visit (doggone thesis be due in fiddysix hours). Forgive, no attempting cute metaphor or other. Luckily, his handsome face and the beauty of his parents speak impeccably for our biggest, little man.
Meet Ari

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A Walk 

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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fillet.jpgI’ve just learned that Apple’s token design anthem, the concave corner joint that marks every white rounded edge on every iPod on the planet, is called a "fillet" (pronounced: fill-let). Not everybody has a 3D modeling printer per se, but it’s still good to know what rounded edges are properly called.

Also, on our big run yesterday we encountered an alien spaceship right in the heart of Rockridge. Lots of fillets on this badboy.


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