Books of 2021: “Ministry for the Future”

Once you get used to Kim Stanley Robinson’s multithreaded neo-Tolstoyian style and push past the first chapter, this is an unforgettable book, one that paints a gloomy picture with a glimmer of light.

I have never been more proud to be the father of a budding environmental scientist, more ashamed of the wasteful aspects of my lifestyle, and more focused on what is important. That’s far more than I had bargained for from this book, but it was worth the almost physical effort to get through such an unrelenting narrative and come out changed.

For is that not what great books are about?

Breakfast on porch after rainstorm

Lean New York steak, egg whites, homemade bread, Black Rifle Silencer Smooth coffee.

Sorry about the table – I was too hungry to clean it off before I ate, and since I’m the only one in the house who actually eats al fresco, this is on me.

It’s official

I am honored and humbled to report that the membership and the Executive Board of the Ventura County Council, BSA met today and confirmed my nomination as Council Commissioner for 2022-3.

In this role I will be responsible for supporting two District Commissioners, two dozen unit Commissioners, and over a thousand adult leaders spread out across 2,200 square miles.

Sadly, I will be compelled to step away from my role as Scoutmaster of our Troop, but I am blessed to be able to leave it I’m more capable hands than my own.

Onward.

Overhaul

In the waiting room at Nissan while my baby gets a checkup. Air, oil, filters, fluids, rotation, alignment, and a full diagnostic. I don’t know what we’ll encounter on the road, but we’ll both be healthy when we begin.

Mugology: Got Kicks?

Item #232 on my Bucket List is a trip on Route 66 from Michigan Drive in downtown Chicago to the pier in Santa Monica, sticking as closely as possible to the original routing.

Clearly, this is a drive I will not be taking in Winter.

I reckon it is still a year or two off. I am staying off the road until the nation has worked out its collective post-COVID cabin-fever. You don’t take a road trip to find yourself in traffic, and since I am now in a position to travel mid-week and off season, I am dodging all of that.

In the meantime, I have my mug.

Texas Road

I halt along a Texas road
To pause and look about
To feel the ground and watch the sky
Pretending I’m a scout.

I hear the rustle of the birds
A-nesting in the brush
And lose myself with ants in grass,
No longer in a rush.

The wind blows through my thinning hair
And sings a gentle koan
That says “absorb this moment, son
And make your life your own.”

— October 26, 2021, Callahan County, Texas

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