Saturday, January 30, 2010


Four wheels move the body, but two wheels move the soul.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Elbert Hubbard

Conformists die; heretics live forever.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Leigh Ann Black

“This is not where I imagined I’d be when I turned 30, but I feel really inspired being back [home],” she said. “There’s something about being with family and not feeling upset about meeting rent, car payment and groceries every month. Now I have some breathing room.”

--Shevory, Kristina. (2010, January 21). Out of Work Architects Turn to Other Skills. New York Times, D1.

Katie Spotz

Do not make it personal. Here on the ocean weather will do what it wants, equipment will break, things will not go according to “plan”. But it has nothing to do with me. So often I can think and feel that things are happening “for”, “against”, “to” me. Things are just happening and I can choose to accept it or put up the fight.

-on rowing solo across the Atlantic

Katie Spotz

Break it down. You don’t row across an ocean in a day so it’s important for me to break it down into daily, sometimes hourly, goals and focus on that one step ahead. If I lose sight of that one step, I can become overwhelmed by the magnitude of the challenge.

-on rowing solo across the Atlantic (

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Dietary Suggestions in Therapy of Migraine

Avoid cokes, alcohol, particularly red wines and champagne. 7-Up is ok.
Avoid aged or strong cheese, particularly cheddar cheese.
Avoid chicken livers, pickled herring, canned figs, pods of broad beans, nuts and chocolate.
No monosodium glutamate (MSG).
Avoid cured meats such as hot dogs, bacon, ham, and salami if these cause vascular headaches.
Eat three well-balanced meals per day. Avoid skipping meals, prolonged fasting, or excessive carbohydrates.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Jacqueline Winspear

And more than anything, she wondered if one could take leave of one's senses, even if one had no previous occasions of mental incapacity, simply by being isolated from others. Is that what pushed the man over the edge of all measured thought? Were his thoughts so distilled, without the calibrating effect of a normal life led among others, that he ceased to recognize the distinction between right and wrong, between good and evil, or between having a voice and losing it? And if that were so, might an ordinary woman living alone with her memories, with her work, with the walls of her flat drawing in upon her, be at some risk of not seeing the world as it is?

--Among the Mad: A Maisie Dobbs Novel (2009)