Start Fresh

[juststartfresh]

Hello.

[fypotpdi-blog]

A New Beginning

Hey y’all. Perhaps you’ve followed some of my past writing blogs such as Start Fresh, These Words, These Words, or more recently, At Home At Sea. Perhaps you’re a new friend. Any way you slice it, I’ve started this blog as a repository for my thoughts on running and beyond so as not to diverge too abruptly from my other tumblrs. I’ve lost over 50 pounds in the last year, and I’m just so much happier than I was before. I’m hoping to detail some of that journey through an improvement of both physical and mental health, the two being inextricable. Should you choose to follow me you can expect posts with the following bent: -Running (all flavors: trail, road, track, and beyond, and everything along with it) -The Great Outdoors (we have a beautiful planet, and if you’ve got it, flaunt it) -Writing Concerned with the above (okay, not too big a departure from the past) -Gratuitous Story Sharing My first post will be a basic race report from my first 50k, which I ran this last week, the Fool’s 50K put on by Western Reserve Racing, in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park in Ohio.

Thanks for joining me on this.

[juststartfresh]

Hey y’all, I’m starting a new blog that is more outdoorsy and fitnessy in addition to my writing, and I’m giving you the perfect out: If it doesn’t strike your fancy, then do nothing! If you can see this, I can’t express enough how thankful I am for your passing patronage over the years. This was my first tumblr, and I made so many friends, and shared so much work over the years, and it has been an excellent run. However, I’m in a very different headspace, and rather than spook a lot of good, decent folks off with the weird stuff I’ve been into recently, I’m going to move into my new format on a fresh tumblr, and give y’all the opportunity to join, or say “Boo! Hiss! Fuck that!” at your own discretion. Thanks again, you beautiful people. My new page: Find Your Place on the Planet, Dig in https://fypotpdi.tumblr.com/

[thejournalofbisonjack]

[thejournalofbisonjack]

When We Were Gods

. 'Nobody wants us anymore,’ the old poet said. ‘We have become invisible.I remember the days we used to sit on the beach and throw pebbles at unexploded World War II bombs. Back then we weren’t afraid to die, we were gods! Now we just sit here like a couple of old attic flies with our faces pressed against the window  of a world we don’t belong in anymore. His friend, who he had known since childhood, took a sip of his pint and looked around the pub; he had heard his old friend talk this way before. ‘Perhaps now we are the unexploded bombs,’ he said. 'Ooh, I like that….' the old poet purred.

[juststartfresh]

Captain Bruce Hudec

It is with a very heavy heart that I report the passing of Captain Bruce M. Hudec the morning of Friday, December 5th. Captain Bruce helmed the GOODTIME II and the GOODTIME III sightseeing passenger vessels of Cleveland, Ohio. He saw several million passengers up and down the Cuyahoga River during his more than 43 years of tenure with the GOODTIME Cruise Line, and worked tirelessly to preserve the history of the lake and river front.

He was a raconteur, artist, historian, and friend to all. He will be dearly missed and fondly remembered by an immense family that includes fellow captains, crew, bridge operators, innumerable passengers, and countless others who had the distinct privilege of crossing paths with him.

Calling Hours are at Jakubs & Son Funeral Home; 936 E 185th St, Cleveland, OH 44119. Tuesday, December 9, 2014 from 3PM - 7PM with a Memorial Service immediately following. A Cremation Burial will be at 3PM Friday, December 12th at Riverside Cemetery, 3607 Pearl Rd, Cleveland, OH 44109.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Euclid Animal Shelter, 25100 Lakeland Blvd. Euclid, Ohio 44132.

[theparisreview]

Rainer Maria Rilke was born on this day in 1875. From our archive, an excerpt from his short work “The Lion Cage.”

[theblogofeternalstench]

New skills: Santas brush up on their sign language during a Santa School held recently at Royal City Centre. The Santas return to school each fall to fine-tune their skills for the holidays.  

[kiriamaya]

omg this makes me so happy.

[fuckingradfems]

Here, have a little cuteness in the midst of all the bullshit of the last 24 hours

[aidn]

[wordsofjordan]

The blood that contradicts

the full moon rises and some new evolutionary  development intervenes: we have forgotten that we are animal our basest faults, tied to our bones, the salty taste of our blood but restraint becomes the hallmark of a life so delicate and were we so human, that night we looked out over the bay and blue gave way to green yellow orange purple black and the dewy grass couldn’t cool you down were we so human, in rationalizing but it was just a very basic response the primordial will to survive fearful of the variable

[fer1972]

Double Exposure Artworks by Davies Babies

[austinkleon]

How to support an artist you love by Austin Kleon

[fables-of-the-reconstruction-de]

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

[caughtinyourhipster]

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[missjanvierworld]

[roubenmamoulian-blog]

[modificationnotmutilation]

Look at these little devil raisins

[delreigns]

[giirlgerms]

she sat in the water for like an hour, just staring at the water peacefully