Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The More Things Change

Sometimes here at WIDWINW, we stop to appreciate serious things.

In this case, some words ring true across generations.

An excerpt from FDR's first inaugural speech:


The money changers have fled from their high seats in the temple of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient truths. The measure of the restoration lies in the extent to which we apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit.
Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy and moral stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits. These dark days will be worth all they cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered unto but to minister to ourselves and to our fellow men.
Recognition of the falsity of material wealth as the standard of success goes hand in hand with the abandonment of the false belief that public office and high political position are to be valued only by the standards of pride of place and personal profit; and there must be an end to a conduct in banking and in business which too often has given to a sacred trust the likeness of callous and selfish wrongdoing. Small wonder that confidence languishes, for it thrives only on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection, on unselfish performance; without them it cannot live.
Restoration calls, however, not for changes in ethics alone. This Nation asks for action, and action now.
Our greatest primary task is to put people to work. This is no unsolvable problem if we face it wisely and courageously. It can be accomplished in part by direct recruiting by the Government itself, treating the task as we would treat the emergency of a war, but at the same time, through this employment, accomplishing greatly needed projects to stimulate and reorganize the use of our natural resources.
Hand in hand with this we must frankly recognize the overbalance of population in our industrial centers and, by engaging on a national scale in a redistribution, endeavor to provide a better use of the land for those best fitted for the land. The task can be helped by definite efforts to raise the values of agricultural products and with this the power to purchase the output of our cities. It can be helped by preventing realistically the tragedy of the growing loss through foreclosure of our small homes and our farms. It can be helped by insistence that the Federal, State, and local governments act forthwith on the demand that their cost be drastically reduced. It can be helped by the unifying of relief activities which today are often scattered, uneconomical, and unequal. It can be helped by national planning for and supervision of all forms of transportation and of communications and other utilities which have a definitely public character. There are many ways in which it can be helped, but it can never be helped merely by talking about it. We must act and act quickly.
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Here, here.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Here's To Something New

I sit here typing this dispatch from Olympia, Washington, on the verge of a ten day silent retreat.

For the next several hundred hours, I'll be a few miles off of I-5, meditating and delving into something new. I could elaborate, - and I plan to - but I must hit the road.

I'm excited. I'll be back shortly to tell you how it went.

Planking Across America: Like Son, Like Father, Like Father, Like Son

It's good to be back. Since I left you, a lot has happened, as things often happen when you are gone.

In something of an 11th hour decision, my father, Sam, decided to join me for arguable the final stretch of this little vision quest. Following a weekend at the GABF in Denver with Nick and Brian (more to come on that), I picked Pa up at the airport and we made our way north and west through the splendor of Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Washington.

And, as we're cut from the same cloth, we got some quality father-and-son planking done along the way. Griswolds united, we plank in Wyoming and lovely Coeur d'Alene, WA:

Planking Across America

Testing the waters for Pa

Looks like the plank doesn't fall far from the plank! Natural.

Local Native American creation myth holds that Raven planked a glacier, and Lake Coeur d'Alene was formed. Beautiful.

"Daddy, why is Grandpa planking those stairs so majestically?"

Caution: No lifeguard on duty, plank at your own risk.

An evening of whimsical planking turned tragic when a sculpted buck appeared out of nowhere.

And we're spent. Mein Gott, planks the likes of these have ne'er been wrought upon the land. The Father, the Son, and the "Holy Ghost, That's A Tremendous Plank"!!!

I'd like to dedicate this special experience to both of my parents, Sam and Patty Griswold. What can be said about parents? Not nearly enough. But I'll endeavor an attempt: I owe them everything. Limitless love and thanks, folks: this planks for you.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Planking Across America: From Crater Lake with Love

I cannot do this breathtaking specimen justice with mere words*:

Planking Across America
Bros from other Mo's

I'd like to dedicate this guest planking of Crater Lake to the Dunning and Benjamin families. You clearly did a bang up job raising Dan and Nick. Congrats to the Dunnings for the arrival of a beautiful baby girl, and thanks to the Benjamins for putting me up while in Easton, MA. This planking is for you.


*Though if I tried, it would look something like this.

One or More Things I Did Today ("Dang, It's Hot Here!" Edition)

And Let It Be Known, that on July 26th, in the year of 2 thousands and 11, I was up to this:
  • Friends.
  • This is a special edition of One or More Things I Did Today
  • Had a lot of fun on this here day.
  • Made it down to lovely and meat-markety Barton Springs. But before all this, I went for a run on the hike and bike trail, something I did but not once when I actually lived in Austin (for 20-some-odd years). Hot! And invigorating.
  • Upon return to Barton Springs, a dip I had.
  • A perfect plan: I'm able to get some exercise, get some sun, and clean up with a shower before dinner appointment.
  • But not just any shower...
  • A shower in the fabled (for me) men's quarters at Barton Springs.
  • Quarters which can be described as "European".
  • Which is to say, visiting this place as a youth virtually guaranteed a bushel of giggles.
  • Which is to say, lots of old naked dudes.
  • An old naked dude is something I aspire to be one day.
  • But for now, I'll have to settle for being just a naked dude.
  • Wow, just thinking about this day. Lot going on.
  • About this time, I wrapped up things at the Spring, stopped by Flipnotics to feed this insatiable gorilla that is the WIDWINW blog, and headed to Barley Swine to meet my buddy.
  • Pete Olah. Champion of Hungary, Pride of HomeAway, And Soon to Be Married (congrats, Pete!). Also noteworthy, for the purposes of this blog: dear friend. Also, Texas 4000 Brother in Arms.
  • Barley Swine? An epicurean delight. Pete's done it again!
  • We part ways, and Dani and I head to Ky and Sue's for some Tuesday night climbing.
  • Tuesday night climbing?
  • The Harkey's have climbing holds on three walls of their dirt-floored garage.
  • That night, we sip beers, guffaw, and watch our pals cling and swing. A particularly noteworthy chat with Sue, and Ky burns the midnight oil with us into the low hours.
  • Wonderful.
  • Picture of the day*:
He didn't remember falling asleep in this position.

Feel free to use this pic in your wedding thank you cards, Pete.

As they say, "It was a Day".


*Dang, y'all! Two PoTD for the price of one!!!!1!!!!&