Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Lifetime(s) ambition(s)

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(741 words) I think being pre-occupied with death is a not unhealthy byproduct of being occupied with life. So many ways to die ...
Friday, February 17, 2017

How much living in 54 years?

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(592 words) It was toward the end of the family birthday festivities when Josie, 16, observed that, man, 54, is getting up there. ...
Friday, January 27, 2017

The many ways in which I'm like Henry David Thoreau

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(760 words) I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me earlier, but the writer with whom I have the most in common is none other than He...
Sunday, July 3, 2016

The prisons we construct around ourselves (from '12)

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It was 24 years ago this weekend I quit my last job and began shacking up with Val. I last wrote about it in '12. Still feel the...
Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A prisoner of the past says Happy New Year!

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(692 words) You can tell just by peeking in my checkbook I’m really looking forward to 2016. As is my custom, this is the week I d...
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