Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You get hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind - graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you're very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.
Harry Dresden
I also love the P210 Duett.
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An old volvo seems to be in good condition!
A couple of weeks ago I bought a 1959 Canon P rangefinder. A couple of days ago or so my lens arrived: A nearly mint condition Jupiter-8 (50mm f2.0 Zeiss Sonnar clone) from 1956. Test roll this weekend, photos to follow!
I'm in.
Harry Dresden fans unite!
My wife really likes this swimsuit. Naturally, it's from the 1970s….
"Look at my speed," she said excitedly!
I really love the lines of the Volvo 544.
Volvo PV544 | 1964
The very first PV444 and PV544 Volvos were produced during the early part of WWII. The fuel crisis and general lack of resources during the war drove Volvo to design a car that was small and economical. Exactly 440,000 of these hunch-backed Volvos rolled off the assembly line during the 18-year production run. Being in California, this particular one was likely assembled in Volvo’s Canadian Dartmouth/Halifax plant - the first Volvo plant to be established outside of Sweden.
Street-parked in the shadow of Bernal Hill, in the Mission. San Francisco, CA.
I love chicken pot pie. Yesterday, I made one for lunch. My little girl was begging for some of it from the moment I took it out. It was too hot to eat immediately, so I left it on the table for a couple of minutes to cool. When I came back, it had been commandeered!
My new X-kilt, rear. This was made for me by a very talented pair of teenage seamstresses, and I was very happy with the results. Sherwood Celtic Festival, 2013.