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    Be content with what you have;

    rejoice in the way things are.

    When you realize there is nothing lacking,

    the whole world belongs to you.

    Lao-tzu

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    April 12, 2018

    I don’t wish to make anyone feel uncomfortable. If I do an ODE for you it’s because I admire you and I want the world to see what I see. Some of these first ODEs have been for strangers and others for old friends. Chris isn’t an old friend, but he’s a friend, and certainly no stranger to me.

    He lives in Japan so I don’t see him much but we talk from time to time. And he’s doing something amazing - he’s running an independent games studio and doing really great work. That’s something I tried and failed so I understand the challenges of the endeavor.

    His motto is be kind, try hard, build things. He didn’t tell me that was his motto, but he did say that those are the three things he imparts to his children. Kindness, perseverance, and creativity. That’s got all the makings of Latin creed. A quick run through Google translate yields:
    indness, perseverantia et proprii ingenii.

    My hope is that by reading this, and reading his ODE, you get a sense of the person behind the name. I think that’s im...

    April 10, 2018

    “Is he a good dog?’ My daughter pointed at a nearby mixed breed, unsure of its disposition. “All dogs are good dogs” , I said. And I believe it. A few are scared. A few are angry. But beneath any exterior signs to the contrary every dog is lovable. And it’s the same with human beings.

    I realized only recently that dogs are metaphors for us. Those of us who love dogs don’t judge them because they might be feeble, or mangy, or long in the tooth. If you’re a dog lover, you love all dogs pretty much on sight. Why isn’t it that way with people too? But that’s a bigger essay.

    I guess you love what you can. There’s a woman in the park I go to who is nasty, cruel, and mean. She yells at everyone. She judges us all. But she has a dog. So she can’t be rotten to the core. She loves something and something loves her. There’s hope in that. She once told me I was going to hell. But I won’t hate her. I won’t fight her. I won’t dispute her claims. She’s just scared, or angry, or hurt, so she growls and...

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