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History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That’s why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices.
foody-goody:

Recipe: Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Sandwiches
Instead of writing,
I would rather be saying
all these words to you. Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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Monday March 24, 2014

It’s the first day of spring break, and it’s off to a good start.  I hiked Mission Peak with my brother and a couple of my friends from Davis, and then went to The Habit for the first time.  There wasn’t much that went on otherwise.

Mission Peak was a nice experience though.  It was the second time I hiked it.  I got to take in all the nature and look at pretty much the entire South Fremont, how small it looked when we were up there.  Going up, I was just focused on getting to the top, paying attention to only my safety, often forgetting that my brother was with me.  I mean he was with my friends and stuck with them for most of the way, until we hit the steep climb at the end.  He was getting worn out, and at that point, he was getting left behind.  Everyone had gone up ahead because he couldn’t keep pace, and I paused occasionally to make sure that he didn’t straggle too far behind.  At the same time, I was somewhat disappointed because I wanted to make it up with everyone else, but instead I had to wait and keep waiting.  However, through it all, I realized that no one else sticks as close as family does.  I don’t really have that great of a relationship with my brother because he’s 4 years younger, and there’s somewhat of a gap in those years, but I’ve learned to cherish him, and that even through everything, he is still able to bring me joy.

Before the day ends. #wcw (but we all know it’s not just on wednesdays)