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Tooting the Pipe

I fell in love with the flute when I was around 5 years old when I saw the daughter of one of …

Mixed Feelings on America’s 242nd

I’ve wanted to write a post for the 4th but I’ve been constantly stymied. I want to praise the ideals of the …

Twenty Years of CJCS.COM

It’s been twenty years since I started the cjcs.com domain. Wow. You can read the history and stuff from the previous post …

I Became Generally Swift-favorable When I Wasn’t Looking

View image | gettyimages.com I didn’t used to pay much attention about Taylor Swift. I knew she had a slew of fans, …

Knowledge and freedom are the bells some desperately try to unring. Fear and hatred and self-importance, it seems, are also bells which have been pealed. The carillon of life depends entirely on which melodies you choose to play.
CJ Carter

→ November 18, 2014

The Third Millennium Touchstone

Time was that if you had to find a phone number, you checked your Rolodex. If you needed to see if you had …

The Annoying Test Question

Back in the way back, I, like everyone else, had to take a lot of standardized tests in school. Actually, 99th-percentile me tended …

I take great comfort in the fact that the universe is mindbogglingly big and that I will one day die. It helps give me the necessary context to keep from taking the things we do too seriously. Amazingly, given the span of cosmic time scales compared to a human lifetime, and my complete irrelevance when set against the backdrop of the entirety of the universe, I still try to do the things I do the best I can, and try to do better today than I did yesterday. It seems important, somehow…so why not?

I wonder who the first human will be to die in space, never to return to eir mother planet?

While space travelers have died, to this point all have returned their atoms to the world that bore them. Eventually a spaceship will be lost, a star voyager will float away, a suit will no longer sustain, or a lander on some foreign body will fail to ascend. At that point, we will have crossed the Rubicon and proved our commitment to the exploration of the Universe.

Pen. Ink. Fingers. Augh. Papertowel. Water. Soap. Blue. Write.

Thought Catalog – 13 Things Homebodies Say And What They Actually Mean

The sad irony is that homebodies make friends with extroverts who will, from time-to-time, succeed in getting the homebodies (against their better judgment) to face the outside world.

Talking to my brother about the 60s and early 70s: “I liked ‘then’ then. I like ‘then’ now. I’m probably going to like ‘then’ in the future.”