Phedippidations

Friends, fellow runners…thinkers all of you, I am honored yet a little squeamish to introduce my pal: Mike.

It's not the kind of place to raise a kid, in fact it's HOT as hell.

A great circle on the celestial sphere.

There Outer Space, Inner Space, No Space and HEAD SPACE.

J. Robert Oppenheimer reflects on the moment that the first atomic bomb exploded. Nice one Bobby. 

Where is the center of the Universe?  I've got a better question.

Take this episode out with you between 9:30 PM and 10:30 PM if you're in the northern hemisphere of the Planet Earth and look to the South.  I wanna show you something cool.

"It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known." -- Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

Look, in the sky...it's a bird, it's a plane, it's THE ORB!

This planet, Earth, is all we have.

You might want to adjust your Fitbit buddy: you traveled much further that you think.

The Solstice is a time to be mindful.   It’s about being present, but not about stopping time It’s about savoring the present without thinking or feeling about it   It’s about acknowledging all the emails, text messages, tweets, updates, news flashes, alerts, alarms and distractions without engaging with them for a few minutes   It’s about learning how to interact with the universe around us in a focused, meaningful, thoughtful way.   We’re standing or sitting or laying down on a planet that is orbiting around it’s axis once a day, and orbits a star every year and rises and falls up and down along the plane of a universe every 125 million years that has spinning away from the galactic center 

Happy Summer Solstice.  This is the first of a 30 day series of short podcasts that I'm calling "Intervals Post Solstice".  In today's episode I talk about the solstice itself.

This is my father. Glenn Francis Walker, son of Pius Alexander Walker and Helena Viola MacDonald, my Grampa and Nana. Grampa was the son of Angus B. Walker and Theresa Morrison, my great grandparents,  Angus was the son of Peter Walker and Mary MacDonald, my great great grandparents. Peter was the son of Angus Walker who married  Sara McPhee on February 9th, 1846 at Saint Micheals Roman Catholic Church on Prince Edward Island, Canada: my great, great, great grandparents. I’m sure that my ancestors beyond Grampa were great. But my Dad?  Glenn Francis Walker, whose birth certificate from Boston Lying-In Hospital in Boston Massachusetts certified that Francis Glenn Walker, weighing 8 pounds 3 ops was born at 2:19 PM on May 25th, 1937…my Dad, he’s the greatest. I love you tree-tri-so Dad. Happy Fathers Day.

carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.