Author: Jonathon

Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.

Books I’m reading…

I just finished Rothfuss’ debut fantasy novel, “The Name of the Wind“. 2 years ago I would have raved about this book, how Rothfuss has taken fantasy in a good direction, away from the tired old plots and character templates. But, in those last two years I’ve read George R. R. Martin’s “Song of Ice and Fire” series. Martin has raised the bar so high, he has changed the genre… That is a post for another time, though. Rothfuss keeps his book in the well-defined boundaries of traditional fantasy, where he differentiates himself though is his ability to tell a story. “Wind” introduces us to the hero Kvothe, but much more, it introduces us to his world and it is here where Rothfuss caught me. The book is the first in a proposed trilogy and it captured my attention enough to look forward to the next one.

I’ve started reading “The Better World Handbook” a guide to living ethically and sustainably in today’s world. The guide starts (and this is as far as I have gotten) with why change is necessary and how individuals can effect that change in the world, even if they are doing only small things. I’m looking forward to reading it in it’s entirety and seeing how good a resource it is…

The Wind

Back at home in the Desert. I don’t think I ever noticed the wind. The Desert is not a place where the billowing kiss of the sky stands out. No, it is the silence of heat that weighs down upon you. The early mornings might provide distractions from it, a bird here or the sigh of a breeze through the palms. With the ascension of the sun this all comes to an end. The sounds of life are absorbed into the heat. The desert caters to only two senses, the eye and the skin. Waves of heat shimmer down and rise up battering you with their power. And all life bows to the heavy hammer blows of the sun.

There are rare times though when this silent world is disturbed. When lesser forces of nature find the strength to resist the sun, if for only a moment. The Wind was one such force on rare summer days or autumn nights, it could howl through the palms and stir up the dirt. The original whiriling dervish…

If anything it let a soul know, that there was more than just the Sun in the world…

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