"And now, they're coming for your Social Security money - they want your fucking retirement money - they want it back - so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street. And you know something? They'll get it. They'll get it all from you sooner or later. Because they own this fucking place. It's a Big Club: and you're not in it."
George Carlin
rather depressing thought for my retirement. i guess i'm on my own except for a small social secruity payout. which as stated above, i've contributed over my working career of thirty plus years.
my main issue now is how to land somewhere i can be self sufficient?
Sunday, July 25, 2010
retiring overseas
http://www.amazon.com/dp/1594630658?tag=frugalscholar-20&camp=213761&creative=393545&linkCode=bpl&creativeASIN=1594630658&adid=0GFB89JQ8NA2HKRKTMDQ
this link is to a book about retiring in another country, where living costs can be much less expensive. interesting thought, but of course i worry about having to make new social connections in a strange country, possibly in a foreign language. not one of my strong points, to put it mildly. and how would i get the animals there?
this link is to a book about retiring in another country, where living costs can be much less expensive. interesting thought, but of course i worry about having to make new social connections in a strange country, possibly in a foreign language. not one of my strong points, to put it mildly. and how would i get the animals there?
Sunday, July 11, 2010
more wendell berry
i
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.
ii
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
iii
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
-- Wendell Berry
so I'm reading a post on misswhistle and get to the bottom - it's more Wendell Berry.
"stay away from screens" yes this makes sense. So again i need to consider turning off the tv. of course this computer is a screen too. Never thought of them as 'screens' between myself and the reality of the experience on this planet in this life. Screens between myself and the experience of God?
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.
ii
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
iii
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
-- Wendell Berry
so I'm reading a post on misswhistle and get to the bottom - it's more Wendell Berry.
"stay away from screens" yes this makes sense. So again i need to consider turning off the tv. of course this computer is a screen too. Never thought of them as 'screens' between myself and the reality of the experience on this planet in this life. Screens between myself and the experience of God?
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
nature
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry
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