Picture of an afternoon.

It is raining outside and is cozy inside. I was just listening to Cat Stevens (or Yusef Islam) singing Father and Son and not writing a short essay about China's revaluation of the Yuan.

Charlie used to listen to this when he was a little boy; it makes him cry sometimes. I cry about it too, sometimes.

Now I should get to writing.

Flowing through candy hearts.

I'm in a coffeeshop, reading about water privatization in California and aggregate supply and demand. I am going to go climbing and then see Andy and the boys for some dinner and maybe a beer.

Life is full and complicated.

What does love look like to you, dear readers?

Ben's Lessons

During a recent snow day (my I point out that there is no snow on the ground? well, maybe just in the shady forest spots), Ben decided to set up a school in his room. (I guess since Carolina Day School isn't providing it for him...) Below is a whiteboard with his topics (and an Osprey photo that my friend Kiliii took).

1. endangered animals
2. how to build an igloo
3. how to dress properly in the winter
4. story time
5. free geography




This next piece was from Ben's actual school. It was a lesson on the Bill of Rights. He has four depicted: freedom of religion, assembly, press, and expression. See below:

1. Religion: "I'm praying." "I'm Athena." Obviously he has his priorities straight about which Goddess is awesome. The kid lives in Asheville, afterall.


2. Assembly: "Yeah" "No more king" "The government stinks"


3. Freedom of the press, "The king stinks"
4. This is freedom of expression. "This is garbage." I'm guessing that this person is reacting to the freedom of the press. Silly Tory.