Before I understood how to use a calendar, I had blank, 3*5 index cards. I’d carry a fat stack of them, bound with a bulldog clip, in my messenger bag. I’d use them for everything; idea capture, task capture, ad hoc business cards, inspirational quotes, everything. One discreet notion per index card, detailed specifics on …
Author Archives: Garrick van Buren
Why You’re Chronically Late
Where does the time go?
Time is the worst renewable resource. Absolutely the worst. Unlike coal or crude oil, time doesn’t even give you the option of not using it. Your time will be used whether or not you use it for anything deliberate, purposeful, or meaningful. Time continually evaporates. Completely ambivalent to you and your needs. While you can’t …
A Hunger
When I am running, left pulling ahead of right pulling ahead again and again and a gain faster than I think I can, my stomach is empty.
My Breath is the Wind
My breath is the wind and my body a cloud pushed through a clear summer sky ever faster, ever steadier, ever calmer, ever easier.
Resorting Taxonomy Listing by Meta_Value
To sort a taxonomy in the front end by a meta_value put this in your theme: $terms = apply_filters( ‘get-terms’, array(‘taxonomy’=> ‘TAXONOMY_TO_REORDER’, ‘meta_key’ => ‘YOUR META_VALUE KEY’,’orderby’ => ‘meta_value’, ‘order’ => ‘DESC’)); To sort a taxonomy in the admin view by a meta_value put this in your functions.php: add_action(‘get_terms_args’, ‘custom_get_terms_args’, 1, 2); function custom_get_terms_args($args, $taxonomies) …
All There Is
Back in 2008, I received a half pound of George Howell’s Terroir Coffee: El Salvador: Finca La Montaña. This particular coffee won the Cup of Excellence the prior year and then – the plantation was completely wiped out by near hurricane strength winds. Gone. The half pound in my possession, in the middle of winter …
Make Mountains into Milestones
I recently returned from four refreshingly long days in Lutsen along the beaches of Lake Superior’s north shore. The weather was warm and calm enough to spend one of the mornings in a kayak. After scooting along the shoreline, our tour guide led us out in to the lake, far enough out that the shore …
Water Mischief
Liquid breath laughs laps against a stoney shore rebounding into a path of cobblestone glass tempting us to an unwritten horizon.
Awaiting
The still shoreline a patient sawblade the color of spent charcoal and spilled blood. Miles away a lonely lighthouse.