#I have walked from Concord Center to Walden

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Vacation adventures, a summary

Stayed with my friend whom I hadn't seen in three years. She is amazing and I can't believe that a) she's a real person and b) she is in fact voluntarily friends with me, even after all this time.

Made it on to the commuter train despite both of us sleeping through our alarms. We were stuck in the vicinity of a woman who was bent on loudly telling the world the Painful Story of Her Life, but still. a train! It was exciting.

Took the subway to our destination and emerged into Historic City, which is beautiful. Flowers on the lampposts. Buildings with character. We wandered through parks and gardens and saw statuary and geese and absorbed atmosphere.

Went to the public library, which is full of murals and has a courtyard with a fountain. Imagine working in a library like that.

Went to two art musuems (one with an unattainable beautiful courtyard, an image which has been following me through life) and wore our legs out wandering among wonders. I got to see the Little Dancer, which made my younger self very happy.

Went to church with my friend and survived a social event she had to go to with church people. It went better than I thought; they actually said more to me in an evening than most people at the church I currently go to have in over a year and a half.

Went to a vintage-style dress shop and bought a dress with a book print.

Ate lemon curd ice cream with lemon bars in it while looking out over the water near a picturesque town.

Watched three movie versions of Little Women over two nights and critiqued them as prepration for when we...

Went to Orchard House. Fantastic experience, loved getting to know more about the Alcotts through this tangible means. We also drove past some other houses in Concord where they lived.

Bought sandwiches and had a lowkey picnic near the town visitor center.

Went to a charming used bookstore where, when I told the lady that I was buying a map as a gift for my dad in a faraway city, she took the trouble to find a flattened box to encase the map in for travel. (There were a lot of nice people in this area.)

Tracked down the Alcott family's gravesite and left a pencil on Louisa's headstone alongside the many other pens and pencils left there.

Tried to go to Walden Pond but it was too happening a place for any more people to be let through. Maybe next time. But the surrounding area and what I could see through the trees was gorgeous.

Prowled my friend's town while she was at work. The library is so very grand for such a small place, and there's a lovely lake too.

Took a bus on a whim despite the lack of a clearly marked bus stop and went to a bookstore in another town.

Went to another bookstore in the afternoon and sat outside reading until my friend got off work and I walked to meet up with her.

Explored the pond that contains deep below its surface an animatronic white whale leftover from a long-defunct amusement park. The whale isn't visible, of course, but we found the tracks used to move an animatronic rhinoceros that was part of the ride, and the ramp that was used to launch the whale into the water. It was like extremely hands-off archaeology, if archaeology consisted of hoping you'll bump into relics of the past with no effort (the pond is in an office park, and we didn't want to get in trouble for meddling with the property).

Took the bus again and went to a comics shop and raised comment by systematically going through an enormous unsorted $1 bin for literally hours. Worth it.

Took my friend to dinner at an Italian place built into the side of a hill with no apparent parking space and a grand total of three dining tables inside. The food was delicious.

Talked a lot, listened a lot, hugged a lot. I haven't been so not stressed out or not simmeringly angry in a long time. It was very refreshing and exactly what I needed and I am so glad and grateful that it worked out.

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On Thoreau’s 200th birthday this July he might want us to remember the men and women, largely unacknowledged by history, who were confined to this paradisiacal corner of the earth. It was, indeed, a sanctuary, but for many of Thoreau’s companions freedom was narrowly circumscribed. Their world was, according to the historian Elise Lemire, the “Black Walden,” a place of not-so-quiet desperation. For consumers of conventional history, it is easy enough to fall into the impression that Thoreau was the only person at Walden, that the pond was a pristine tract of wilderness. It wasn’t. Walden was just beyond the bounds of civilized convention — which meant that it was a place for outcasts. Thoreau knew this, and willingly lived among them, those who had been barred from the inner life of many wealthy suburbs of Boston. So who exactly were Thoreau’s neighbors? As Lemire and Walls discovered in researching Thoreau, these individuals embodied the fraught history of race in the Americas. Brister Freeman’s sister, Zilpah White, was also a freed slave. After the Declaration of Independence was defended, she lived on the edge of Thoreau’s famous bean field, the place where he toiled for two years in the hopes of realizing Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Self-Reliance,” the rare and difficult act of supporting oneself. Lemire explains that Zilpah White did it without fanfare. She wove linen and made brooms for a living. Arsonists burned her house down in 1813. She managed to escape the fire, but her dog, cat and chickens died. She rebuilt her home. But her life — and life for women like her — didn’t have much in common with Rousseau’s Romantic ideal of the state of nature.

Thoreau’s ‘Invisible’ Neighbors at Walden by John Kaag and Clancy Martin for The Stone July 10, 2017         

If he’d want us to remember them then maybe he should have written about them in his book called, “Walden Pond.” Oh. No. It was more important to preserve the image of him out in the “wilderness” being a rebel.              

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Henry David Thoreau

Concord, Massachusetts, USA

1817-1862

Part of my Aro Week series on Romantic De-prioritization in History.

I grew up frequently swimming at Walden Pond. It’s a pretty lake and a pretty park. I understand why Thoreau felt inspired. Thoreau kind of gets a bad rap these days, with people making fun of his living-in-the-woods project. “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately,” he wrote. I respect that!

Living deliberately doesn’t necessarily mean living all alone and apart from all other people, though. Something that doesn’t come through in most popular imaginings of Walden but is immediately obvious if you spend time there: Walden Pond is a 20-minute walk from Concord center. Thoreau wasn’t living as a hermit—though he was living quietly with a place to return to and spend most of his time among the trees and water, writing and recording. He built his own tiny cabin with his own hands—but the land he was living on belonged to his rich buddy and fellow transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson, who let him. His mother and sister helped to support him—and he planted and maintained a vegetable garden for his friends, Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne, when they moved into their new home. Living deliberately in the woods and writing about your thoughts and keeping detailed records of the growing plants and changing seasons isn’t incompatible with having the relationships you choose to maintain. Henry David Thoreau never married and this has prompted INCESSANT speculation about his sexuality by historians and novelists and Thoreau Society members alike. For everyone who says “historians erase gay people,” I point you to everyone who excitedly speculates that because Thoreau was close with Ralph Waldo Emerson, MAYBE HE WAS GAY! I also roll my eyes and point to the many people who came to the museum I worked at in Concord and asked if it was true that Thoreau had an affair with Emerson’s sister, and I have to sigh and say no, that was made up for drama in a modern novel.

Some people love the image of Thoreau the fully self-sufficient hermit, others like Thoreau the secret dramatic homewrecking lover, but I like the Thoreau I got to know—the Thoreau who never appeared to express significant interest in romance, but instead loved the earth and nature and travel; Thoreau who had friends in town that he deliberately maintained relationships with, but also removed himself for a few years from the hustle and bustle of urban life; Thoreau who stuck to his anti-war morals and protested by refusing to pay a tax that supported the Mexican-American War, and was taken to jail because of it, and was bailed out by his aunt, and complained because Auntie I’m making a STATEMENT; Thoreau who liked to go ice skating with his friends Waldo and Nathaniel but was not very graceful at all; Thoreau who romanticized the idea of Native Americans living in mystical harmony with nature but when he actually met Native people was surprised and a little disappointed that they were just people too; Thoreau who could be pretentious because what writer isn’t, but who also wrote an impactful treatise on civil disobedience to unjust laws and probably acted as a conductor on the Underground Railroad; Thoreau, who lived deliberately, and was a vital part of the relationships he chose and the society he felt obligated to make better.

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Henry David Thoreau: A Life

Henry David Thoreau: A Life by Laura Dassow Walls

“Walden. Yesterday I came here to live.” That entry from the journal of Henry David Thoreau, and the intellectual journey it began, would by themselves be enough to place Thoreau in the American pantheon. His attempt to “live deliberately” in a small woods at the edge of his hometown of Concord has been a touchstone for individualists and seekers since the publication of Walden in 1854.   But there was much more to Thoreau than his brief experiment in living at Walden Pond. A member of the vibrant intellectual circle centered on his neighbor Ralph Waldo Emerson, he was also an ardent naturalist, a manual laborer and inventor, a radical political activist, and more. Many books have taken up various aspects of Thoreau’s character and achievements, but, as Laura Dassow Walls writes, “Thoreau has never been captured between covers; he was too quixotic, mischievous, many-sided.” Two hundred years after his birth, and two generations after the last full-scale biography, Walls restores Henry David Thoreau to us in all his profound, inspiring complexity.   Walls traces the full arc of Thoreau’s life, from his early days in the intellectual hothouse of Concord, when the American experiment still felt fresh and precarious, and “America was a family affair, earned by one generation and about to pass to the next.” By the time he died in 1862, at only forty-four years of age, Thoreau had witnessed the transformation of his world from a community of farmers and artisans into a bustling, interconnected commercial nation. What did that portend for the contemplative individual and abundant, wild nature that Thoreau celebrated?   Drawing on Thoreau’s copious writings, published and unpublished, Walls presents a Thoreau vigorously alive in all his quirks and contradictions: the young man shattered by the sudden death of his brother; the ambitious Harvard College student; the ecstatic visionary who closed Walden with an account of the regenerative power of the Cosmos. We meet the man whose belief in human freedom and the value of labor made him an uncompromising abolitionist; the solitary walker who found society in nature, but also found his own nature in the society of which he was a deeply interwoven part. And, running through it all, Thoreau the passionate naturalist, who, long before the age of environmentalism, saw tragedy for future generations in the human heedlessness around him.   “The Thoreau I sought was not in any book, so I wrote this one,” says Walls. The result is a Thoreau unlike any seen since he walked the streets of Concord, a Thoreau for our time and all time.  

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Henry David Thoreau: A Life

Laura Dassow Walls

“Walden. Yesterday I came here to live.” That entry from the journal of Henry David Thoreau, and the intellectual journey it began, would by themselves be enough to place Thoreau in the American pantheon. His attempt to “live deliberately” in a small woods at the edge of his hometown of Concord has been a touchstone for individualists and seekers since the publication of Walden in 1854.   But there was much more to Thoreau than his brief experiment in living at Walden Pond. A member of the vibrant intellectual circle centered on his neighbor Ralph Waldo Emerson, he was also an ardent naturalist, a manual laborer and inventor, a radical political activist, and more. Many books have taken up various aspects of Thoreau’s character and achievements, but, as Laura Dassow Walls writes, “Thoreau has never been captured between covers; he was too quixotic, mischievous, many-sided.” Two hundred years after his birth, and two generations after the last full-scale biography, Walls restores Henry David Thoreau to us in all his profound, inspiring complexity.   Walls traces the full arc of Thoreau’s life, from his early days in the intellectual hothouse of Concord, when the American experiment still felt fresh and precarious, and “America was a family affair, earned by one generation and about to pass to the next.” By the time he died in 1862, at only forty-four years of age, Thoreau had witnessed the transformation of his world from a community of farmers and artisans into a bustling, interconnected commercial nation. What did that portend for the contemplative individual and abundant, wild nature that Thoreau celebrated?   Drawing on Thoreau’s copious writings, published and unpublished, Walls presents a Thoreau vigorously alive in all his quirks and contradictions: the young man shattered by the sudden death of his brother; the ambitious Harvard College student; the ecstatic visionary who closed Walden with an account of the regenerative power of the Cosmos. We meet the man whose belief in human freedom and the value of labor made him an uncompromising abolitionist; the solitary walker who found society in nature, but also found his own nature in the society of which he was a deeply interwoven part. And, running through it all, Thoreau the passionate naturalist, who, long before the age of environmentalism, saw tragedy for future generations in the human heedlessness around him.   “The Thoreau I sought was not in any book, so I wrote this one,” says Walls. The result is a Thoreau unlike any seen since he walked the streets of Concord, a Thoreau for our time and all time.  

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 71: You Need a Supply Company

Table of Contents. Third Instar, Chapter 2. Go to previous. Go to next. TWs: First aid descriptions, allusions to human experimentation.

No matter what happens, don’t name it after me.

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Lacking the tow chains to do so, Angel followed behind Little Boy Blue instead of re-docking atop it. The composite Mister Handy alternated its position and speed to optimize its scans for threat assessment. They had cleared a majority of their travel time between Concord and Nashua, so it wouldn’t have to follow far to their destination.

Now that Sticks kept below forty miles an hour, ‘Choly could make out so much more of their surroundings. Where a sea of scrap metal, driftwood, and patchwork sunshades had comprised the flea market to the South of the mall, locally recovered steel and concrete had repaired and rebuilt the satellite strips that once lay around and just within the fringes of the mall’s parking lot. He nodded vaguely to himself at the understanding that the amount of steel required to repair the mall and its satellite stores definitely explained why the parking lot had been entirely devoid of any vehicles besides their Chryslus. Certain patches of parking lot had been ripped up to accommodate farmland, and he noted several dozen people tending these crops. He saw just as many people walking between the satellites and the flea market.

“Do they live up here? Or is all this more commerce?”

“Every inch of Ant Lane is commerce. Once a mall, always a mall. Folks usually live out of their stalls and shops.”

“So people do live inside the mall, too...”

“Everybody up here does, some of the time, I guess.”

“Now that I can see just how big this settlement is, I understand why they’re using the military checkpoint to control through traffic, but they keep it set up for cars? Do they really see very many?”

‘Choly flinched when Sticks didn’t stop at a lighted intersection, only to remind himself that stoplights no longer worked... and that they were the only running vehicle around.

“Not if they have anything to say about it. They’re mostly set up for caravans, not cars. Wagons, brahmin. You get the idea. They don’t do tech, and with the exception of caravan tourism, they generally keep to themselves. They can be pretty mean, and have a better memory than most settlements.”

“Something tells me they’re only mean if you piss them off...” ‘Choly faltered before leaning into firmness. Doing his best not to glare at the ghoul’s Pip-Boy, his eyes locked intent on Sticks’s gloved left hand. “You want me to heed your judgment calls, you need to tell me the because part. A lot of my mistakes happen because I’m being withheld vital info. If I’m not on the same page... You’ve got to keep me caught up, is all. Or it just isn’t fair to expect me to understand how the world works these days! We’re traveling together for the foreseeable future. We’re partners. Trust needs to go both ways.”

Sticks glanced to him but favored an eye on the road.

“You have questions? Shoot.”

“You made it sound like we were headed into another ruin when you agreed to escort me to Nashua. The two biggest groups of people I’ve encountered in Mass were the fifty or so raiders in Lexington, and the hundred Unfolded in Lowell. You knew Ant Lane was an enormous settlement, and it’s obvious you’ve been here before. You’re going to be up front with me this time.”

“Nashua is a ruin,” Sticks nitpicked, rolling his shoulders to relax his neck. “Ant is pretty much all that’s survived of it. How I understand it, the mall itself was a prototype above-ground vault from Vault-Tec. Most of the mall’s citizens are descendants of the people who were shopping the morning of the Great War.”

“What did you do to piss them off? And does that have anything to do with why you live in the middle of nowhere instead of here?”

“I travel every few years to make the circuit between Ant, Lowell, and the various settlements around what you know as Boston. I’m a major cog in the supply line for Ant’s chem habit. Inside the mall’s a gated community. Lot of ‘em are hoity-toity as sin. Chems are frowned upon. But you know human nature. Forbidding vices just makes them more irresistible. I may have liberated someone of their entire savings in one weekend,” he grinned. “Anyway, don’t worry about it. Bea just has trouble letting go of grudges, even when they aren’t hers.”

“You’ve already calculated exactly how you plan to pull one over on these folks again, haven’t you? You’re not the type to learn better.”

“Sounds like you’re the one who doesn’t trust me.” Something the brunet had said got the blond ghoul fidgeting. “Thanks to you, I’m still riding the high of achieving my lifetime grail of a job. Buuut, you may be onto something. Surely, there’s some kind of trouble we can get into.”

‘Choly drooped.

“I’m worried that it may be harder to stay out of it than it is to find it.”

The first major landmark on their directions passed to their left. Once a sizable Luxurique car lot, the property resembled the robotics scrapyard in some ways, though little more than steel skeletons littered its perimeter as a makeshift fence. The entire pavement had been ripped up to plant an orchard. When ‘Choly caught sight of the next landmark, the historical cemetery adjacent the car lot, he thought to how Angel and Bogey considered scrap parts analogous to gore. He could appreciate the reverence that the Satellite settlers had not repurposed the cemetery in the same way.

At the next block should have stood the Walden Drugs Warehouse of Nashua, NH. ‘Choly ripped off his visor, and practically crawled up onto the dashboard to press himself against the windshield in grief. Nothing around the location could possibly be mistaken for such a building. At the foot of a demolished hill-high retaining wall lay piles of concrete, steel, and wood far too rotted by the elements to be of any value.

Sticks slowed to a stop before the turn-in, and slid down in his seat, head askew.

“Well, I was expecting less of a looting job, and more of a shopping list, coming up here.”

“Please drive up there. We can’t have come all this way and gone through all this for nothing. I can’t be oh-for-three looking for these things.” Sticks wouldn’t budge until ‘Choly sat back down, so he did so with a frown. He trembled, hands shoved in his lap. “Dragged us across state lines for nothing... Maybe I’m not meant to locate accommodations. Karma wouldn’t be so kind.”

“If karma were real, you’d be in the dirt by now.” The ghoul pulled into the broken parking lot and stopped beside what remained of the building. “Are you sure this is the place?”

“This directory helped me find the Lexington Walden. The landmark directions are far more useful now than having the street names. It’s accurate as far as what used to be here.”

Angel came up to the passenger window.

“What’s all this then?”

“The warehouse is gone.” Sticks lifted the gull door to get out, but didn’t close it. He stooped slightly, with a sympathetic lower lip. “But maybe not the stuff. I’m getting out and poking around a bit. Look for those corset things. And maybe a Stimpak. Who knows? Maybe Angel and I will get lucky. If you want to stay put, we’re both within earshot. Come on, chap. Peel your eyes.”

With a broken mumbling, ‘Choly reclined the seat in defeat to stare up into the ceiling of the car.

"You remember what they look like.”

“--Of course, Sir. Nothing would please me more. ...Such disarray. I wouldn't know where to begin if I had to clean up this mess...”

The ghoul first circled the vehicle to survey the damages. He ran a pitying hand over the trunk.

“Oh, Lil’ Boy. Haven’t even had you up and running a full day yet and you’ve already got in a fistfight. Don’t you worry. I’ll smooth all that out. Promise.” He poked his head in the passenger window, then wagged a nod to the rubble. “I doubt there’s more than some ants around here, maybe a Radfowl. I’m not going to stop you if you want to poke around for yourself, too, but Angel and I will do our best.”

“Thank you. I’m going to stay here, though.”

'Choly melted into the moving blanket to shut his ringing eyes. After some time, he glanced up at the Nuka Girl figure on the dashboard, and spaced out. If everything he’d experienced in Lexington and Lowell were universal, then Nuka Cola was a symbol of the wasteland’s economic valuation. What better patron saint of an aggrandized opportunist, then, than a leatherette coquette cosmonaut riding a bottle rocket side-saddle on the smoothest sail to the stars? If the Commonwealth still minted currency, Nuka Girl may well have appeared in lieu of Lady Liberty.

Sticks wasn’t gone long before returning to the car. He sat down in the driver’s seat with a labored wheeze. ‘Choly looked to him expectantly, but quickly noticed the ghoul sweating and breathing hard.

“You wouldn’t happen to know first aid, would you? The bleeding hasn’t stopped.”

Sticks motioned to his left upper arm, leaning his head against the back of the armchair. ‘Choly sat up and looked to where the blood had soaked through the ghoul’s golden oiled wool sleeve.

“I have field medic training, yes.” ‘Choly opened his door, too, but didn’t get out. “The most I’ve ever had to do was stabilize a soldier until my lieutenants could take over. Often, an emergency situation on site at Deenwood was rapidly fatal, fortunately.”

Sticks’s gaze soured on him, and he put his hands up defensively.

“The acute cases died with minimal suffering,” ‘Choly insisted. “--But anyway this isn’t about instantaneous chem necrosis. Let’s see what we can do about your arm. Show me your health diagnostics. Vitals should tell me the specific damage, and the extent.”

“How do I do that?”

“Here.” ‘Choly yanked the arm across the center console. His gestures softened apologetically as he clicked through the dials at the top left. Confusion knit his brow, but he did eventually locate the screen he sought. “It’s almost nothing like my model, but at least it shares some functions in common.”

As he read what appeared, ‘Choly drooped in recognition that Sticks was not, in fact, a simple burn victim survivor. The Pip-Boy 3000 Mark-V measured vitals in far greater depth than the Mark-IV.

Error: Too many vitals out of range. Diagnostics shifted to custom theoretical matrix as of October 5, 2287. Measurements taken not cross-referenced against standard ranges.

Blood pressure: 99/88 (avg. 110/78) Pulse: 102 (avg. 95) SPO₂: 85% (avg. 93%) Temperature: 88.8°F (avg. 92.3°F) Respiration: 13 (avg. 9) BMI: 24.5 (individual is 6′0″ 180lbs.) Pain: 6. Unilateral, localized in left arm (avg. 0) Mental state: Scattered. Faint

S/4 P/3 E/8 C/9 I/1 A/1 L/1 (-1 to all, compared to genetic data)

Systemic analysis: Spinal column and thyroid mutated by gamma particles embedded throughout nervous and lymphatic system. Gamma particles still positive throughout CNS. All healing factors heightened and currently racing, compared to weekly average. Larynx and trachea scarred from radiation exposure. Skin all but absent; organ replaced with heavy keloidal layer, through which thermoregulation and immune barriers still maintained. Connective tissues, chiefly collagen and cartilage, deteriorated but still functional. Multiple genetic sources concentrated in left arm.

Chemical analysis: Diminished coordination and reflexes resulting from psychedelic stimulant abuse. Neurological dysregulation resulting in suppressed pyramidal function. Regulatory hormones reflect decrease from individual’s normal levels since first log Oct 1, 2287, but have stabilized at current level since three days ago.

Theoretical diagnosis: Nearing threshold of Stage 2 hypovolemia. Deep untreated wound to left arm. Suspected sequelae of undocumented immunosuppressant related to grafting rejection. Addiction to psychedelic stimulant. Left hand amputee.

Recommended recourse: • Either Addictol to eliminate withdrawals of the stimulant, or further regimen of the same stimulant, microdosed, to curtail negative effects. • Stimpaks to left arm to mitigate transplant rejection; for related systemic sequelae, consider off-label use of Limit 115 supplements to administer Stimpaks orally. • Electrolyte replacement and attention to hydration. • Blood transfusion may be necessary if bleeding lasts longer than another four hours. • Mentats to keep patient’s alarmingly low wits until faculties can be restored.

Despite the urgency between his ears, it first stunned ‘Choly to see the advanced metrics the Mark-V could pull even without a Vault Suit synced to it. Might as well have a portable Auto-Doc on your fucking arm. Another pang of jealousy overcame him, and he snorted to swat it off.

“Alarmingly low-- Ugh. Let’s see what I can do! You need to take off your coat, and your shirt, too, if it’s got sleeves. Can you manage that yourself, or do you need--”

“--Your guardian Angel to your rescue,” the Handy projected, returning as well.

Sticks unlatched his Pip-Boy and, once Angel had helped him out of his coat and shirt, kept it in his lap. ‘Choly got out of the vehicle to come around, to survey the damage. He pulled up his sweater sleeves then rolled his sleeves to match. As he expected, Radfowl teeth didn’t lacerate: they shredded.

“First is to clean it.” ‘Choly reached to pull the key from the ignition, and went to the front of the car to open the trunk. He rooted around to put his hands on soap. “There isn’t any needle and thread, is there? Or Wonderglue?”

“Wonderglue?” Sticks echoed, not sure he’d heard him right. “Yeah, no needle and thread. I forgot. But there’s a bottle of glue in the toolkit. Why Wonderglue?”

“Because we’re out of Stimpaks, that’s why!” He retrieved the tiny teardrop bottle and some dish rags, and returned to the driver’s side.

“You’re not just gluing me shut.”

“To Hell I’m not. It works in a pinch. Wonderglue saw its first praises as a field medic’s replacement for stitches. Predates the Stimpak for medical care! Just about everything you can think of started as a military application before adaptation for the masses. And today, it’s going to keep you from losing more of that arm. Angel, water, please.” With the bar and water he washed his hands. “All right. Your turn.”

‘Choly rubbed at the soap with both hands, then pocketed it while he used the lather to clean up the pulpy wound best he could. Sticks flinched but couldn’t object as ‘Choly patted him dry, then applied pressure.

“Well, the Pip-Boy managed to help with that, too,” the ghoul commented.

‘Choly stopped and ran a pinky along the underside of his own left forearm, smiling faintly as he thought back to the Radroaches.

“Oh, I know how that goes.” He snapped out of it. “Mm. What am I saying? You haven’t been applying pressure to it and I know it. It’s not just going to stop on its own. Hold down on it for a while. I’ll look at it again in a few minutes.”

Sticks nodded. ‘Choly handed the rag to him to take over holding the wound firmly, then returned to the passenger seat.

“Angel, you came back empty-handed yourself, didn’t you?”

The Mister Handy’s shaky apology built into resolute findings.

“I came back because I worried for you and Mister Hawthorne, but... I’m afraid so, Sir. Yet, that in itself does posit some hope: Nothing left at all means it surely must have gone somewhere. There’s only building rubble left, and even that looks like a lot of it has probably got incorporated elsewhere nearby. There’s very little garbage. Hardly anything at all! I believe it’s safe to say, this warehouse’s contents were definitely not destroyed, but rather redistributed.”

Sticks and ‘Choly both gawked at it in an awed stupor.

“I don’t know what I can manage, without those orthotics. It’s taken a lot out of me just to be on my feet enough to manage this.”

“Allow me to be more precise: I suspect that, if such a place were medically vital before the war, the humans in the area surely would have relocated that stock somewhere more secure and readily accessible. And with how well established this Ant Lane place is, there’s plenty of such security to pore over! Ha hah!”

The blond ghoul grinned and nodded at length, chuckling. He almost forgot to continue holding his arm.

“You’re onto something, chap.”

“I do my best, Sir.”

“So what do we do with this information, then?” ‘Choly hadn’t entirely set down his defeat just yet, but was ready to accept a change of plans. “Where do we even start?”

“It’s almost dinner time, and we didn’t even eat lunch. I say we double back to the mall and nab a bite to eat and a bed. Regroup on this tomorrow. We’re here, and those things aren’t going anywhere they weren’t already.”

‘Choly frowned.

“I thought they hated you.”

“So I didn’t get a warm welcome. Big deal. We’ll tuck Lil’ Boy in the parking garage. With a little edit to Angel, they should even let him inside.”

‘Choly jerked up to glower at him, incredulous.

“You won’t lay a damn finger on my Handy.”

“Whatever. One of you’ll have to. They confiscate all weapons at the door. If we don’t remove Angel’s saws and guns, they’ll do it themselves--and if they do it, you’re not getting them back when we head out. That’s for damn sure.”

His indignity softened into deferential concern.

“Angel, are you all right with that...?”

“If it keeps me from getting separated from you, I’m afraid we don’t have much choice. Mind you, we did pack the correct G.A.-compliant socket wrench... Oh, this day is just awful.”

“Tell me about it,” ‘Choly sighed. “Let me see your arm.”

The bleeding still hadn’t stopped.

“Is it glue time?”

“Normally, it’s not ideal to seal up animal bites like this. But nothing about this situation’s ideal. Keep holding it. Angel, I’m going to sit on the trunk and... disarm you. Sticks, can I at least leave its pincers?”

“Should be fine.”

“How does that phrase go? Something about brass balls?”

“Sir!” it gasped. “What a crass way to sing praises of Bogey. ...You really think I’m that plucky?”

“Moy Angel, you’re going places. Like the mall.”

“Carpe diem?”

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This Ever New Self: Thoreau and His Journal - II

This Ever New Self: Thoreau and His Journal

"Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862) occupies a lofty place in American cultural history. He spent two years in a cabin by Walden Pond and a single night in jail, and out of those experiences grew two of this country’s most influential works: his book Walden and the essay known as 'Civil Disobedience.' But his lifelong journal—more voluminous by far than his published writings—reveals a fuller, more intimate picture of a man of wide-ranging interests and a profound commitment to living responsibly and passionately. ..."

The Morgan Library & Museum

The Morgan Library & Museum: The Protester: April 1851, Etc. (Audio)

The Writings of Henry D. Thoreau

amazon: The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861

Gutenberg: The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Writings of Henry David Thoreau

A Map of Radical Bewilderment - Daegan Miller

"Although he is now remembered mostly as a romantic nature writer, in his own time and place Henry David Thoreau was a highly trained, well regarded, disciplined though eccentric land surveyor. In the summer of 1859, he   stood under a willow beside the Concord River contemplating a gash he had cut low in the tree’s trunk, to gauge the water level. In 22 miles the Concord fell only 32 inches — it was very nearly a pond — and any additional water heaved the river up and over its banks, before   gravity’s current slowly siphoned it out to sea. Yet flooding wasn’t necessarily a problem. Indeed, the annual springtime deluge was the town’s lifeblood, because the waters always rolled back, leaving behind a thick, black, nutrient-rich muck spread all across the bottomlands, whose field grasses grew fat and sleek on nature’s bounty, perfect fodder for the farming town’s livestock. ..."

Places Journal

Lessons in Constructive Solitude From Thoreau

"During most of his life Henry David Thoreau was, by conventional standards of success, a failure. He rarely left the farm town of Concord, Mass., where he was born in 1817. There he was viewed by at least some of his neighbors as a marginal figure, standoffish, politically radical, a loner, a crank. As a member of the New England literary world he cut a graceless figure and had an inauspicious professional start. His first   book, 'A Week on the Concord and the Merrimack River,' self-published in 1849, was a bust. He sold a mere fraction of its 1,000-copy press run. When the printer dumped the remainders on him, Thoreau stacked them up in his bedroom and wrote in his journal: 'I now have a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself.' ..."

NY Times

Against Everything: Thoreau Trailer Park

"... This excerpt is taken from his concluding essay 'Thoreau Trailer Park - The Meaning of Life, Part IV', in which Greif reflects on Thoreau, public   parks, and the Occupy Movement. It is hard to remember what Thoreau said because it is all so disturbing. It is easier on us to think of a   thin man who erected a cabin with his own hands on  the shores of a lovely pond. Thoreau deliberately didn’t build his cabin from scratch. He hacked a free timber frame from someone else’s trees, got friends to help him raise it, and recycled the rest from a laborer’s bivouac, buying cheap, for boards and roof, 'the shanty of James Collins, an Irishman who worked on the Fitchburg Railroad.' This was philosophical, with all its shortcuts and offenses. ..."

Verso

Thoreau: American Resister (and Kitten Rescuer)

"When my father was in high school he worked summers as a lifeguard at Walden Pond. As a kid, I used to hang out there, bird-watching, reading from a slender volume of Henry David Thoreau’s journal and soaking up Transcendentalist vibes from the big glacial bowl of clear water ringed with firs and footpaths. Even off-season I wasn’t alone. Pilgrims kept turning up in search of Thoreau. The little cabin — he called it a house — that he’d built there in 1845, furnished with a green-painted pine   desk, and lived in for two years, was long gone. But a cairn of loose stones marked the site, and each visitor would, by tradition, toss a fresh stone on the pile. Doing so gained you a little hit of Thoreau; a moral lesson (give, don’t take); and a sense that you’d added something to history. ..."

NY Times

Thoreau and the Language of Trees

"In the fall of 1860, trees were at the center of Thoreau’s life. His long interest in how they live, grow, and propagate intensified after his lecture on succession on September 20, the acclaim for which gave him a rare bit of outside encouragement. He threw himself into forest history, measuring trunks, counting rings, and digging up the roots and shoots of trees with almost the same youthful zeal with which he had fathomed the bottom of Walden Pond years earlier. ..."

LitHub: VIA University of California Press Henry David Thoreau, Tree-Hugger

Thoreau on Nature as Prayer

amazon

J.M.W. Turner: Wreckers—Coast of Northumberland, with a Steam-Boat Assisting a Ship off Shore, 1834

Walden on the Rocks - Ariel Dorfman

"The bodies are strewn everywhere along the beach. Burials are complicated because nobody knows the names of the dead—mostly women and children fleeing famine and poverty, trying to reach the land of plenty that has been promised to them but finding, instead, an early end in turbulent waters. Spectators gape at the debris from the recent shipwreck 'cracked up like an eggshell on the rocks,' while others go about their business. ... This scene of devastation and indifference seems torn from the latest headlines or photos from around the world,  just one more group of refugees appearing fleetingly on our screens and in our consideration. ... The eyewitness referred to above, without whom we might not remember the incident at all, was none other than Henry David Thoreau. ..."

NYBooks

Everybody Hates Henry

"In a prominent national magazine, there appeared an indictment of the late Henry D. Thoreau whose literary stock the indictment’s author judged to be grossly overvalued. It wasn’t just Thoreau’s writing that deserved a take-down; so did the man himself, if in Thoreau’s case one could even distinguish between the two. Thoreau was conceited, indolent, egotistical. Also: a failure, selfish, self-involved, useless, unimaginative, provincial. The indictment compared Thoreau to Montaigne—unfavorably; called him a sophist, a hypocrite, a humorless boor. ..."

New Republic

Thoreau Farm

"... The picture they draw of life on Virginia Road provides a glimpse into early 19th-century Concord farm life as well as into the mind of Thoreau, who valued the    simplicity of Concord’s farmers in an age increasingly dominated by   progress and machine.After the Thoreaus left, the farm went  through several hands before it eventually became a tenant-farm in the latter half of the 19th century worked primarily by African-Americans and immigrants from Ireland, Nova Scotia, and Scandinavia. In 1878, the house was moved 300 yards down the road and a new house was built on the original site. ..."

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• A spaniel, a woman, and a walnut tree, the more they’re beaten the better they be. – John Ray • A thing which I regret, and which I will try to remedy some time, is that I have never in my life planted a walnut. Nobody does plant them nowadays-when you see a walnut it is almost invariably an old tree. If you plant a walnut you are planting it for your grandchildren, and who cares a damn for his grandchildren? – George Orwell • Abraham Lincoln once walked down the street with his two sons, both of whom were crying. “What’s the matter with you boys?” asked a passerby. “Exactly what is wrong with the whole world,” said Lincoln. “I have three walnuts, and each boy wants two.” – George Sweeting • After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine. – Alfred Lord Tennyson • All families had their special Christmas food. Ours was called Dutch Bread, made from a dough halfway between bread and cake, stuffed with citron and every sort of nut from the farm – hazel, black walnut, hickory, butternut. – Paul Engle • ‘American Sniper’ is a movie whose politics are so ludicrous and idiotic that under normal circumstances it would be beneath criticism. The only thing that forces us to take it seriously is the extraordinary fact that an almost exactly similar worldview consumed the walnut-sized mind of the president who got us into the war in question. – Matt Taibbi • Arnold Schwarzenegger looks like a brown condom full of walnuts. – Clive James • Dad says that everyone invented baklava.” It occurs to me now to wonder what that means. Aunt Aya rolls her eyes. “Your father? He is the worst of the worst. He thinks he cooks and eats Arabic food but these walnuts were not grown from Jordanian earth and this butter was not made from Jordanian lambs. He is eating the shadow of a memory. He cooks to remember but the more he eats, the more he forgets. – Diana Abu-Jaber • East of my bean-field, across the road, lived Cato Ingraham, slave of Duncan Ingraham, Esquire, gentleman, of Concord village, whobuilt his slave a house, and gave him permission to live in Walden Woods;MCato, not Uticensis, but Concordiensis. Some say that he was a Guinea Negro. There are a few who remember his little patch among the walnuts, which he let grow up till he should be old and need them; but a younger and whiter speculator got them at last. He too, however, occupies an equally narrow house at present. – Henry David Thoreau • Experience has taught me a technique for dealing with such people […] I counter the devotees of the Great Pyramid by adoration of the Sphinx; and the devotee of nuts by pointing out that hazelnuts and walnuts are as deleterious as other foods and only Brazil nuts should be tolerated. But when I was younger I had not yet acquired this technique, with the result that my contacts with cranks were sometimes alarming. – Bertrand Russell • God didn’t give me the ability to play the piano, or paint a picture or have compassion. But… he did give me the ability to crack a walnut with my hoo-ha. – Karen Walker • Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away. – Khaled Hosseini • How do you write? You write, man, you write, that’s how, and you do it the way the old English walnut tree puts forth leaf and fruit every year by the thousands. . . . If you practice an art faithfully, it will make you wise, and most writers can use a little wising up. – William Saroyan • I could eat black walnut all the time, it’s not a flavor of the week! – Herman Cain • I did as much as I could: raising chickens, pushing an ice-cream cart, bagging walnuts, driving a tractor on a beet farm, working on the railroad. I think this eclectic career helped me a lot in life. – Charles R. Schwab • I first saw the site for Disneyland back in 1953, In those days it was all flat land – no rivers, no mountains, no castles or rocket ships – just orange groves, and a few acres of walnut trees. – Walt Disney • I have no ability to develop muscle tone. I could do situps all day and still look like a condom full of walnuts. – Dana Gould • I loved Christmas. We had a really great time. But there wasn’t – it was all – you had to be happy with, you know, an orange and a couple of walnuts, you know, in your stocking. – Nick Lowe • In California there were nuggets the size of walnuts lying on the ground—or so it was said, and truth travels slowly when rumors have wings of gold. – Cherie Priest • In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. – Thomas Merton • It’s better to get the nutrients for healthy skin from food, not supplements. Salmon, walnuts, blueberries, spinach… lots of my favorite foods happen to be amazing for skin too. – Gail Simmons • I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, ‘Why?’ Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, ‘No, that’s not right.’ Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything. – Chuck Palahniuk • My wife Ann and I had been digging during the day, transplanting lilies from the front of this abandoned farmhouse back down the road to where we live. We finished. She was tired and laid in the grass. I took a picture. The house is now gone. The walnut trees have been bulldozed and burned. I saw this picture the other day for the first time in years and realized how photographing life within a hundred yards of my front porch had helped me focus on everything I cared about. – Larry Towell • On a grander scale, when a society segregates itself, the consequences affect the economy, the emotions, and the ecology. That’s one reason why it’s easy for pro-lifers to eat factory-raised animals that disrespect everything sacred about creation. And that is why it’s easy for rabid environmentalists to hate chainsaws even though they snuggle into a mattress supported by a black walnut bedstead. – Joel Salatin • On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree. – William C. Bryant • One of the biggest problems with young chefs is too much addition to the plate. You put cilantro and then tarragon and then olive oil and then walnut oil or whatever. It’s too much. – Jacques Pepin • Shrinking someone’s stomach to the size of a walnut with surgery is one way to battle obesity and diabetes and may be lifesaving for a few, but it doesn’t address the underlying causes. – Mark Hyman, M.D. • Some of us are sixty feet long with a brain the size of a walnut. – William S. Burroughs • Tariqah [The Spiritual Path] without the Sharia [Islamic Law] is like having a pistachio tree without the shell. Or a walnut, a walnut cannot grow on a tree without having a shell, and the food that you eat is inside the shell. – Seyyed Hossein Nasr • The camera hound of the future wears on his forehead a lump a little larger than a walnut. – Vannevar Bush • The cross is like a walnut whose outer rind is bitter, but the inner kernel is pleasant and invigorating. So the cross does not offer any charm of outward appearance, but to the cross-bearer its true character is revealed, and he finds in it the choicest sweets of spiritual peace. – Sadhu Sundar Singh • The most overrated ingredients are garlic and extra-virgin olive oil. With garlic, it’s personal; I have never been that big of a fan of its flavor. As for extra-virgin olive oil, I do use it quite often but its ubiquity serves to overshadow many wonderful oils like pistachio, walnut, argan and even grapeseed. – Lela Rose • The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale. – Vera Nazarian • The picture’s pretty bleak, gentlemen… The world’s climates are changing, the mammals are taking over, and we all have a brain about the size of a walnut. – Gary Larson • The very first Walnut Whales recording was recorded just a few weeks after I had started singing, out of the blue, started singing. And the voice, you can hear how uncomfortable I am with it, and how terrified I am with it. – Joanna Newsom • There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in the words of Faust; “O gentle moon, that lookest for the last time upon my agonies!” –or something to that effect. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • They say that there are moments that open up your life like a walnut cracked, that change your point of view so that you never look at things the same way again. – Jodi Picoult • To this day, I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season, we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts. – Scott Brooks • Walnuts have a shell, and they have a kernel. Religions are the same. They have an essence, but then they have a protective coating. This is not the only way to put it. But it’s my way. So the kernels are the same. However, the shells are different. – Huston Smith • We do not ask the mountain’s aid to crack a walnut. – Wole Soyinka • we do not explain my husband’s insane abuse and we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled or that my father opened like a walnut and then was dead. Your palms fold over me like knees. Love is the only use. – Anne Sexton • What kind of tea do you want?” “There´s more than one kind of tea?…What do you have?” “Let´s see… Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey.” -“I.. Uh…What are you having?… Did you make some of those up? – Bryan Lee O’Malley • What’s wrong with men?” Tenar inquired cautiously. As cautiously, lowering her voice, Moss replied, “I don’t know, my dearie. I’ve thought on it. Often I’ve thought on it. The best I can say it is like this. A man’s in his skin, see, like a nut in its shell.” She held up her long, bent, wet fingers as if holding a walnut. “It’s hard and strong, that shell, and it’s all full of him. Full of grand man-meat, man-self. And that’s all. That’s all there is. It’s all him and nothing else, inside. – Ursula K. Le Guin • When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn’t they matter most now? – Max Lucado • Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think. – Sylvia Plath [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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• A spaniel, a woman, and a walnut tree, the more they’re beaten the better they be. – John Ray • A thing which I regret, and which I will try to remedy some time, is that I have never in my life planted a walnut. Nobody does plant them nowadays-when you see a walnut it is almost invariably an old tree. If you plant a walnut you are planting it for your grandchildren, and who cares a damn for his grandchildren? – George Orwell • Abraham Lincoln once walked down the street with his two sons, both of whom were crying. “What’s the matter with you boys?” asked a passerby. “Exactly what is wrong with the whole world,” said Lincoln. “I have three walnuts, and each boy wants two.” – George Sweeting • After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine. – Alfred Lord Tennyson • All families had their special Christmas food. Ours was called Dutch Bread, made from a dough halfway between bread and cake, stuffed with citron and every sort of nut from the farm – hazel, black walnut, hickory, butternut. – Paul Engle • ‘American Sniper’ is a movie whose politics are so ludicrous and idiotic that under normal circumstances it would be beneath criticism. The only thing that forces us to take it seriously is the extraordinary fact that an almost exactly similar worldview consumed the walnut-sized mind of the president who got us into the war in question. – Matt Taibbi • Arnold Schwarzenegger looks like a brown condom full of walnuts. – Clive James • Dad says that everyone invented baklava.” It occurs to me now to wonder what that means. Aunt Aya rolls her eyes. “Your father? He is the worst of the worst. He thinks he cooks and eats Arabic food but these walnuts were not grown from Jordanian earth and this butter was not made from Jordanian lambs. He is eating the shadow of a memory. He cooks to remember but the more he eats, the more he forgets. – Diana Abu-Jaber • East of my bean-field, across the road, lived Cato Ingraham, slave of Duncan Ingraham, Esquire, gentleman, of Concord village, whobuilt his slave a house, and gave him permission to live in Walden Woods;MCato, not Uticensis, but Concordiensis. Some say that he was a Guinea Negro. There are a few who remember his little patch among the walnuts, which he let grow up till he should be old and need them; but a younger and whiter speculator got them at last. He too, however, occupies an equally narrow house at present. – Henry David Thoreau • Experience has taught me a technique for dealing with such people […] I counter the devotees of the Great Pyramid by adoration of the Sphinx; and the devotee of nuts by pointing out that hazelnuts and walnuts are as deleterious as other foods and only Brazil nuts should be tolerated. But when I was younger I had not yet acquired this technique, with the result that my contacts with cranks were sometimes alarming. – Bertrand Russell • God didn’t give me the ability to play the piano, or paint a picture or have compassion. But… he did give me the ability to crack a walnut with my hoo-ha. – Karen Walker • Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away. – Khaled Hosseini • How do you write? You write, man, you write, that’s how, and you do it the way the old English walnut tree puts forth leaf and fruit every year by the thousands. . . . If you practice an art faithfully, it will make you wise, and most writers can use a little wising up. – William Saroyan • I could eat black walnut all the time, it’s not a flavor of the week! – Herman Cain • I did as much as I could: raising chickens, pushing an ice-cream cart, bagging walnuts, driving a tractor on a beet farm, working on the railroad. I think this eclectic career helped me a lot in life. – Charles R. Schwab • I first saw the site for Disneyland back in 1953, In those days it was all flat land – no rivers, no mountains, no castles or rocket ships – just orange groves, and a few acres of walnut trees. – Walt Disney • I have no ability to develop muscle tone. I could do situps all day and still look like a condom full of walnuts. – Dana Gould • I loved Christmas. We had a really great time. But there wasn’t – it was all – you had to be happy with, you know, an orange and a couple of walnuts, you know, in your stocking. – Nick Lowe • In California there were nuggets the size of walnuts lying on the ground—or so it was said, and truth travels slowly when rumors have wings of gold. – Cherie Priest • In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. – Thomas Merton • It’s better to get the nutrients for healthy skin from food, not supplements. Salmon, walnuts, blueberries, spinach… lots of my favorite foods happen to be amazing for skin too. – Gail Simmons • I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, ‘Why?’ Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, ‘No, that’s not right.’ Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything. – Chuck Palahniuk • My wife Ann and I had been digging during the day, transplanting lilies from the front of this abandoned farmhouse back down the road to where we live. We finished. She was tired and laid in the grass. I took a picture. The house is now gone. The walnut trees have been bulldozed and burned. I saw this picture the other day for the first time in years and realized how photographing life within a hundred yards of my front porch had helped me focus on everything I cared about. – Larry Towell • On a grander scale, when a society segregates itself, the consequences affect the economy, the emotions, and the ecology. That’s one reason why it’s easy for pro-lifers to eat factory-raised animals that disrespect everything sacred about creation. And that is why it’s easy for rabid environmentalists to hate chainsaws even though they snuggle into a mattress supported by a black walnut bedstead. – Joel Salatin • On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree. – William C. Bryant • One of the biggest problems with young chefs is too much addition to the plate. You put cilantro and then tarragon and then olive oil and then walnut oil or whatever. It’s too much. – Jacques Pepin • Shrinking someone’s stomach to the size of a walnut with surgery is one way to battle obesity and diabetes and may be lifesaving for a few, but it doesn’t address the underlying causes. – Mark Hyman, M.D. • Some of us are sixty feet long with a brain the size of a walnut. – William S. Burroughs • Tariqah [The Spiritual Path] without the Sharia [Islamic Law] is like having a pistachio tree without the shell. Or a walnut, a walnut cannot grow on a tree without having a shell, and the food that you eat is inside the shell. – Seyyed Hossein Nasr • The camera hound of the future wears on his forehead a lump a little larger than a walnut. – Vannevar Bush • The cross is like a walnut whose outer rind is bitter, but the inner kernel is pleasant and invigorating. So the cross does not offer any charm of outward appearance, but to the cross-bearer its true character is revealed, and he finds in it the choicest sweets of spiritual peace. – Sadhu Sundar Singh • The most overrated ingredients are garlic and extra-virgin olive oil. With garlic, it’s personal; I have never been that big of a fan of its flavor. As for extra-virgin olive oil, I do use it quite often but its ubiquity serves to overshadow many wonderful oils like pistachio, walnut, argan and even grapeseed. – Lela Rose • The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale. – Vera Nazarian • The picture’s pretty bleak, gentlemen… The world’s climates are changing, the mammals are taking over, and we all have a brain about the size of a walnut. – Gary Larson • The very first Walnut Whales recording was recorded just a few weeks after I had started singing, out of the blue, started singing. And the voice, you can hear how uncomfortable I am with it, and how terrified I am with it. – Joanna Newsom • There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in the words of Faust; “O gentle moon, that lookest for the last time upon my agonies!” –or something to that effect. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • They say that there are moments that open up your life like a walnut cracked, that change your point of view so that you never look at things the same way again. – Jodi Picoult • To this day, I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season, we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts. – Scott Brooks • Walnuts have a shell, and they have a kernel. Religions are the same. They have an essence, but then they have a protective coating. This is not the only way to put it. But it’s my way. 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The Bretton Forest program in that case stopped working because of its standard mistake involving pledging convertibility in order to platinum, which was not sustainable given the course of Anyone.Utes. I did not would like to survive the fact that was definitely not life, located is really dear; none would I have to start doing resignation, except if it had been very essential. Over the course of the next a few hundred-odd pages, Thoreau specified his school of thought involving life, state policies, and dynamics, installing the cornerstone for the safe and sound put in place the canon of effective U . Equally Mom Donald Thoreau as well as Aldo Carpi exhibits this image by means of different methods. this individual believed.

Playing with the 1870s in addition to 1880s, authorities bitten Thoreau’s persona kind of existence, accusing your ex with crankiness and also irresponsibility. Similar to inside graphics “Happiness” and also ” Shopping upwards” by way of Aldo Carpi, the location where the designer shows by means of his or her graphics the way looks to become on it’s own . 4 Webpages 1069 Terms October 2015 Thoreau’s phrases indicated the concerns of the majority of her contemporaries as industrialization and also struggle once and for all improved the entire world around them, just as many people struck your chord inside a generation connected with young adults inside Sixties along with 70s exactly who compared with today’s military-industrial complex and wanted tranquility and simplicity inside their lives. Why I Visited a Woods appeared to be compiled by Holly Mark Thoreau and was inspired by a ‘experiment’ by which your dog created a smaller residence inside woodlands in the vicinity of his or her house with Boston. Beneath the editorship of Wally Harding (1966-1972), over here William R.

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