I am not going to take a computer with me.
I am not going to post a play-by-play of my activities on
No live photos on Facebook either.
I am not going to go near email, Twitter, IRC, IM, or even a
I am not going to give in to the little workaholic fiend that
sits on my left shoulder and whispers "Go ahead, check in and see
how work is going. It won't hurt to look and it will only take a
What will I do?
Read paper books.
Take pictures of splendid scenery.
Listen to music with all of my attention. I usually have
something playing while I work, but that's just not the same as
getting rid of all distractions, settling down and listening
without interruptions or distractions.
It's a bit late to share a summer reading list, but what the
heck, books are always good:
Bill Pronzini's "Nameless Detective" series. I've read all of
them several times, and he's still cranking them out. A great
series that holds up with time. I can never decide which I like
more, a series where everything is frozen in a particular era, or
where the characters and settings change and grow over time. The
Nameless Detective has aged well.
"Job's Body" by Deane Juhan is the absolute all-time best
physiology book. If you want to understand how your body really
works and advance beyond the shallow, inaccurate over-simplified
mechanical models that we are usually taught, this is the book for
you. It is anything but a dull read; it is darn near poetic as this
snippet on connective tissue shows:
"From jellyfish to human beings, connective tissue is
the primary organ of structure, gluing cells into discrete
colonies, defining their shapes, forming them into functional
units, and suspending them together in the correct relationships
within the organism. It supports and contains every cell and every
drop of fluid that is in us. And in addition to simply containing
all our fluids, the toughness of this tissue is responsible for
creating the hydrostatic pressure which helps to hold the entire
body erect and support its three-dimensional volume."
I'm a big fan of Loren Eisley. He was an anthropologist and a
gifted observer and writer. If you haven't read his works before,
start with his book "The Immense Journey" and beeline to "The Bird
and the Machine." It's a beautiful story of the capture, and
impulsive release, of a small hawk:
"I was young then and had seen little of the world, but
when I heard that cry my heart turned over. It was not the cry of
the hawk I had captured...Straight out of the sun's eye, where she
must have been soaring restlessly above us for untold hours,
hurtled his mate. and from far up, ringing from peak to peak of the
summits over us, came a cry of such unutterable and ecstatic joy
that it sounds down across the years and tingles among the cups on
my breakfast table."
These are rich times for finding good music, thanks to Sirius,
Pandora, Last.fm, CDBaby, Magnatune, and other new music
distributors that thankfully have sprung up to fill the huge gaping
hole left by the wasteland that is called commercial radio.
Well that's enough blathering, I am out of here for a whole
week. Have a great weekend, and for everyone who celebrates Labor
Day enjoy your holiday. Or not, as it pleases you :)