Once every 6 months for a blog post - seems a little wrong. Here's the picture you like, Mom.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Truth as it Relates to the Ground
Alex said something the other day that I just wanted to write down:
Being afraid that the truth will hurt is like being afraid that hitting the ground will hurt. The closer you are to it to begin with, the less it will hurt when you hit it.
This didn't seem to fit with his cynic blog, so I thought I'd put it here.
Being afraid that the truth will hurt is like being afraid that hitting the ground will hurt. The closer you are to it to begin with, the less it will hurt when you hit it.
This didn't seem to fit with his cynic blog, so I thought I'd put it here.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
San Diego Trip
Alex shoots video of the elephants at the San Diego Zoo.
Alex is ready for the start of the Shamu Rocks show at SeaWorld.
We drove up Mt. Palomar to see the 200" telescope at the top -- pretty interesting.
The San Diego Automobile Museum has a Tucker on display.
Alex ponders walking to Japan.
Alex and cousin Rex Warden stand with a F9F Panther on the deck of the USS Midway. Rex flew these planes in the Korean War.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Moon Camera
Alex and Ken went to a Cosmosphere members event and Alex held this camera ---

Here is the same camera a few years earlier ---

It's the only camera like this brought back from the moon. The others were left on the moon to save weight.
The camera is the one Alan Shepard used on the moon for Apollo 14 a s seen above.
Here is the same camera a few years earlier ---

It's the only camera like this brought back from the moon. The others were left on the moon to save weight.
The camera is the one Alan Shepard used on the moon for Apollo 14 a s seen above.
Last band concert for Alex
George Pyle Park construction begins
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
A Couple of Poems by My Favorite Poet
"Poetry is Like a Garden"
Poetry
is like
a garden,
in that you
grow it slowly,
give it plenty of care,
and it will pay you back.
You can enter your produce
in a contest to show its worth, or
you can sell it to others, who may not
appreciate what you have put into it.
But sometimes, though,
the best thing to do,
is tend it yourself,
for yourself,
and let it
heal you.
"Speaking Freely"
Some people will say, and I will agree, that the best way to go about things,
is not to be seen when you don't want to be seen, and avoid all the trouble that brings.
Drawing attention to yourself, you may know, rarely ends with anything good.
In some extreme cases you'd find yourself under the ground in wood.
But then you may say, "Hey, wait a minute! What am I going to do?
I need to get some ideas across, but how, if I listen to you?"
To you I say only one last thing. I think you'll agree with this thought:
Your new ideas may be good for the world, but good for you, they are not.
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