I’m talking here of my online life.
Over the years I have tried various Read Later services, in the process building up a veritable library of articles that I don’t have time to read right now and so will put aside, neatly categorized, ready to be read later. In time that list gets too long despite my best attempts at working through the articles, so I declare bankruptcy and delete everything or prune the articles, keeping those that I must have and to…read later.
On the north shore of the Hawaii island of Maui, in the middle of a field that sits on the edge of cliffs dropping down into the waters of the Pacific Ocean, sits a small rectangular brick building that I call The Bunker. I have no idea of its original usage. Whatever that was, it now sits empty and its walls have become a canvas for unknown artists, at least unknown to me.
Our next door neighbours have a field of probably two acres that is very overgrown. As an example of how overgrown it is, the field is also home to a cow and two sheep. There are times when it is not possible to see them. In fact unless they are walking by the hedge bordering our house, we don’t see them.
Initially there were two white sheep and a cow. The sheep stuck together and the cow became a bit of a loner.
I was not one of those people, but with this year approaching its end and with some revisiting the status of their defaults from last year, I thought that I would right that wrong. So here are my App Defaults.
I said to myself that it would not happen again, that I am happy withwhere I have laid my hat, but here I am doing my periodic tryout of Mastodon apps. I’m checking out web based clients as well.
The Mastodon iOS app has improved a lot since I last used it.
We have been going through a very dry spell on Maui. Being winter, the weather has been lovely to experience. Cool mornings, warm days, clear skies, no wind. There’s a little nip to a breeze and a reminder of the season when I step into the shade. Last night it broke.
I woke up in the early hours and through the open windows heard a sound outside that sounded vaguely familiar.
All I want for Christmas is the use of a remote cabin, half way up a mountain.
Give me the key, show me the way, and I’ll see you in the New Year.
Dying peony flowers.
Early morning sounds - birds singing, a machine tool running…silence. The sun rises on a new day.
Many years ago I remember reading an interview with a Western Buddhist monk. The monk was asked what he had got out of his years of meditation practice. I like the monk’s answer,
I know that I get angry.
Today I know that I was angry.
This evening was beautiful, crystal clear with hardly a breath of wind. A couple of friends dropped by to say “hello.” At sunset the conversation turned to what to do for dinner?
So while I lit a fire, everyone else got busy in the kitchen and concocted a meal from leftovers. Our dishes full, we sat round the fire eating, chatting and catching up. And there we stayed for long after our plates were empty, under a dark sky thickly dotted with stars.
