Trampoline, originally uploaded by cynthiacloskey.

Rachel shows off her jumping skills.

I’m compiling quotations to use on a client’s website. Quite a few are perfectly perfect for a beautiful summer weekend:

Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace.
Robert J. Sawyer

Sometimes the cure for restlessness is rest.
Colleen Wainwright

To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
Jane Austen

Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important.
Natalie Goldberg

If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.
Herodotus

We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things … [but] there are times when we stop. We sit sill. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.
James Carroll

If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.
Julie-Jeanne-Eleonore de Lespinasse

The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it.
Sidney J. Harris

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
Ovid

Dorothy Parker was born August 22, 1893. Celebrate this date with a Martini; two at the very most.

Here’s a Parker poem to enjoy as well:

Interview

The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,

Would shudder at a wicked word.

Their candle gives a single light;

They’d rather stay at home at night.

They do not keep awake till three,

Nor read erotic poetry.

They never sanction the impure,

Nor recognize an overture.

They shrink from powders and from paints …

So far, I’ve had no complaints.

And a bonus quote:

I’ve never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it.

(Photo via Wikipedia)

Pittsburgh BlogFest 15 is marching up to us — or we’re marching up to it, depending on your views of the passage of time. You’ll join us this Friday (5:30pm at Finnegan’s Wake), won’t you? Details are here as well as here.

Mysterious local poet Carlos the Mackerel sent me a new poem in honor of the event:

Bloggers’ Fest, or a Vision in a Happy Hour. A Fragment. (with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Three days hence, we’ll meet and drink
Near Pirate’s cove, at Joyce’s pub.
We writers all, though none in ink
Blogging what we bloggers think,
      We’ll talk - aye, there’s the rub.
Some blogs, some beers and cocktails fine
We’ll talk bout yours, we’ll talk bout mine.
We’ll discourse on the signs in Mary Worth
And chat about the Politics of Hope.
We’ll snark on the casino’s near still-birth
And wonder why the mayor is such a dope.

No doubt he’ll bring the rest on Friday. (No pressure, Carlos!)

See you there!

grilled "bacon" with apple and calvados, originally uploaded by chotda.

Today is the one-year anniversary of the coining of the word “bacn” — it refers to “email you want, just not right now.” Bacn is like spam, but much better.

Get the full story on bacn at the official bacn website. Here too is what I wrote about it last year.

Many thanks to Andy Quayle for reminding me of this auspicious day. And for reminding me indirectly to remind everyone that PodCamp Pittsburgh 3 is coming up in just a few months — find out more and register today!

(My subconscious at work: I keep thinking that pasta carbonara would be delicious for dinner tonight.)