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How to Measure Life is measured by a watch and a ruler. By the way, what time is it?
“SPACE TIME,” a poem by Daniel Holland
Through the enchanted forest of postcards I project frames to each picture of time and space. I can control what I do with time: most of the time. But what about an afternoon of road construction delays? Or, I’m waiting in line at the grocery store and the cashier says, “Price check!” Or, I’m waiting…
Scratching our Heads, Why? –by Daniel Holland
Why do we scratch our heads when we can’t figure something out? Are we simply buying time? Signalling that we are clueless? Or, do we think we’ll shake our brains a bit, and the information we are looking for will fall out?
“Gods Watching,” by Daniel Holland
A few summers ago Daniel and I went swimming in Clear Lake together…on the swimming beach at the Clear Lake State Park. I’m a strong swimmer and he’s more a dog paddler. When he ran into some water plants, he panicked and it felt as if he were having a heart attack. I swam towards…
Daniel Holland Named Guest Blogger on Riehlife through July 16th
I’ve arrived in the Midwest now and am starting the work of making a new home for myself in St. Louis. My brother Gary Thompson flew out to visit me, fish with Daniel, and escort me back. We slept last night in the house we grew up in, where my father grew up, where he…
Questions on Fame! and the search for “Inspector #9”—by Daniel Holland–2007 Nominee for Art Star of Lake County and Artistic Director of Comedy on Tilt
What is fame to you? How would you know if you were famous? What would that do for you personally, if you were famous? What would it represent? Mean? How big an area would you have to be famous in to be satisfied? Does the itch to be famous ever stop, have boundaries, or just…

There is a lot of philosophy in these few lines. Yes, griping, comparing the shadows of the past. They do dog us, don’t they? I enjoy the image of you tanning in the richness of today’s sunlight.
As a professional griper, I take offense at the notion of needing a sun burn. You, on the other hand, get to tan! “Unfair!” she griped.