Feel like there is a story of how this grocery traveled miles from any grocery store to a corner downtown… 📸
Feel like there is a story of how this grocery traveled miles from any grocery store to a corner downtown… 📸
This song has been bouncing around in my head since I first heard it 🎵
Brown was the color of my true love’s drink
Dark was the color of her eyes I know she couldn’t save me from myself But I love to watch her try Things got a bit misguided I know I’m not invited If ghosts are wrongs unrighted I live in a haunted house
The center of the world is in the monastery, in the cathedral, in the tabernacle, at the corner of 73rd and Park Avenue, high on the Llano Estacado, high in the Himalayas or here in these mountains, cold today and lightly sugared with snow—the center of the world is where we find it. The cathedral is where we find it—where we build it, and so is the tabernacle. That mystical center is the place we pilgrims are going, wherever that happens to be, because we bring it with us only to find that it was already there. It is “the cross that raiseth me.” It is the cross we carry, and the pilgrim ship that carries us across the dark waters, it is the shore we land on, and all of us pilgrims are standing on holy ground because holy ground is the only ground there is to stand on, sanctified and consecrated by the touch of its Creator at the moment of its creation.
In our time, political liberalism has pushed the envelope on individual liberties (around drugs and gambling and suicide, as well as sex and sexual identity) at exactly the same moment that technological progress has given us radical new means for exploiting and amplifying addictive behaviors. The results are a world that’s richer and more technologically proficient — and also seemingly unhappier, more despairing, more addicted, more deranged. And while this may be a temporary situation, and hopefully culture and politics will adapt, those adaptations will not themselves be liberal in either a philosophical or a post-Cold War political sense of the term. They might be post-liberal in the sense of political regulation of technology or in the sense of religious-moral regulation of individual choice — but they will not just emerge organically from the proper application of John Stuart Mill or Milton Friedman. – Ross Douthat
Fun run club tonight. Solomon Aero Glide 3 GRVL were great for snow and ice. Nice to see lights. Columbus is pretty at night. 🏃
Predicted storm actually happened 😄 no school, 20 minutes to dig car out, nearly 90 minute commute… 📸
Two runs, very different feel/pace. Saturday was longer & slower w/ Hoka Clifton 9 GTX. Tonight was shorter & faster in TYR Maverick V1s. Hoka = warm, TYR = speedy 🏃🏽➡️


Nice round number for YTD miles… 🏃
Sunrise to start December 📸
Organized my road running shoes 🏃