This saying means a lot to me-
"Ce'ad M'ile Fa'ilte"
which means, "One Hundred Thousand Welcomes".
Sunday, June 12, 2005
wise words
In the words of the writer George Eliot (1819-1880)
"It's never to late to be who you might have been"
"It's never to late to be who you might have been"
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Dig Thought # 132
“THE IDEA IS THERE, LOCKED INSIDE, AND ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS REMOVE THE EXCESS STONE”
Michelangelo
(Stolen from Michelangelo)
“The Cave is there, locked inside, and all you have to do is remove the excess stone and mud”
Caver Scott
poem of the day
walking through a forest
and you come to mind
looking for my clearing
just so hard to find
swimming in an ocean
I taste you on my lips
looking for that dock
and for my sailing ship
and you come to mind
looking for my clearing
just so hard to find
swimming in an ocean
I taste you on my lips
looking for that dock
and for my sailing ship
why is the sky blue?
WHY IS THE SKY BLUE?
Light from the sun is composed of the spectrum of colors. When sunlight strikes the Earth’s atmosphere, ultraviolet and blue waves of light are the most easily scattered by particles in the atmosphere. The other colors of light continue to the Earth while blue and ultraviolet waves remain in the sky. Our eyes can’t see ultraviolet light, so the sky appears the only color remaining that we can see, blue.
So, now, when in my absence, you are asked that question, you will be able to stand tall, and with no hesitation, you will fish.
Light from the sun is composed of the spectrum of colors. When sunlight strikes the Earth’s atmosphere, ultraviolet and blue waves of light are the most easily scattered by particles in the atmosphere. The other colors of light continue to the Earth while blue and ultraviolet waves remain in the sky. Our eyes can’t see ultraviolet light, so the sky appears the only color remaining that we can see, blue.
So, now, when in my absence, you are asked that question, you will be able to stand tall, and with no hesitation, you will fish.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Poem
As the present gobbles up
my future.
And my tomorrows become
my here’s and now’s
I am aware that I am still learningthe why of the what’s and how’s.
my future.
And my tomorrows become
my here’s and now’s
I am aware that I am still learningthe why of the what’s and how’s.
Cave City/ S and P Excavations Mini Burning Man
6/5/2005 1:07 AM
Something clicks and the fire starts, at first, small, then, an inferno. The 1st annual CC/S+P Mini Burning Man Festival has begun. With the bon fire turning shades of autumn, we hear laughter all around, then when the sounds grow lower a blazing flame shoots into the night sky, speeding in to the heavens, it stops, arcs and in a beautiful, peaceful, explosion, the colors are sent out like huge fingers in all directions, crackling and flashing on their descent to the ground. The ah’s, and oh’s rang out as if a choir, on cue had burst into simultaneous sounds to proclaim the wonders of the painting of lights on that darken pallet, but even before they were completely silent, when one more fire ball push upward, with very much the same results. More laughter and merriment, silly stories shared, mosquito smashing, more balls of colorful fire lighting this night sky, when all of a sudden, a very large Toucan passes by, seemed to be with its trainer so we didn’t really have much input as to whether or not such a bird should or could just walk by us, but we did stare and all laugh out loud at once. It was still our only topic of conversation for the next few minutes when two bizarre young men stumbled, up asking if anyone here, had, or had not, seen the very same Toucan we were now laughing about. The next thing we know, the entire group is being interrogated, while being video taped and it, was most unpleasant, but safety first right? It was through these dependable, hard working men that we learned that the Toucan is not native here, and they will kill you for no reason, other then say, because, you remind them of a former owner who teased them relentlessly with rubber crackers and jalapeno flavored bird seed, and showed no emotions at all. It was at this very moment, the giant Toucan, in all its natural beauty along with its trusted trainer stepped into the lights of the fire, and everyone froze, then from somewhere, towards the back of the crowd, a voice spoke up, it solidified what every man, women and child were thinking at the same time in 3 simple words, “cook the bird” echoed around us and giggles became full fledged laughter………..We had settled in again, watching the darkness explode into light, again, and again.
Something clicks and the fire starts, at first, small, then, an inferno. The 1st annual CC/S+P Mini Burning Man Festival has begun. With the bon fire turning shades of autumn, we hear laughter all around, then when the sounds grow lower a blazing flame shoots into the night sky, speeding in to the heavens, it stops, arcs and in a beautiful, peaceful, explosion, the colors are sent out like huge fingers in all directions, crackling and flashing on their descent to the ground. The ah’s, and oh’s rang out as if a choir, on cue had burst into simultaneous sounds to proclaim the wonders of the painting of lights on that darken pallet, but even before they were completely silent, when one more fire ball push upward, with very much the same results. More laughter and merriment, silly stories shared, mosquito smashing, more balls of colorful fire lighting this night sky, when all of a sudden, a very large Toucan passes by, seemed to be with its trainer so we didn’t really have much input as to whether or not such a bird should or could just walk by us, but we did stare and all laugh out loud at once. It was still our only topic of conversation for the next few minutes when two bizarre young men stumbled, up asking if anyone here, had, or had not, seen the very same Toucan we were now laughing about. The next thing we know, the entire group is being interrogated, while being video taped and it, was most unpleasant, but safety first right? It was through these dependable, hard working men that we learned that the Toucan is not native here, and they will kill you for no reason, other then say, because, you remind them of a former owner who teased them relentlessly with rubber crackers and jalapeno flavored bird seed, and showed no emotions at all. It was at this very moment, the giant Toucan, in all its natural beauty along with its trusted trainer stepped into the lights of the fire, and everyone froze, then from somewhere, towards the back of the crowd, a voice spoke up, it solidified what every man, women and child were thinking at the same time in 3 simple words, “cook the bird” echoed around us and giggles became full fledged laughter………..We had settled in again, watching the darkness explode into light, again, and again.
Its about time
You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. When I am driving they appear much like those sun spot prism pulses of energies, but mine are ideas, most in their rawest form, though many refined to perfection. They will out number us, and please know there will be way to many for one man to absorb. Most will zip in and out of my brain without me seeing them. Some will get wedged against grey matter, where they spend time awaiting me the need for accessing them, perhaps with out my ever knowing they were there all along.(who said “necessity is the mother of invention”?) Then there are the few special ones, that rocket across the vast space between my ears, the ones I see quickly, grabbing them from the air because of the brilliance of their shine. These are the ones that are such great or simple ideas, such fantastic thoughts, that you may see me with my pen, and in the absents of paper, blocks of wood, or cardboard starting to write on the palms of my hands the details, hoping to not lose them. Ideas, some raw and primitive, each in their newest stages, while many a finished product or idea these will be recorded here. It is these ideas, imbedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about, here on this blog, yes, Views From Caver Scott.
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