bierkergaard

I drive my wife a little crazy about my poor sense of direction. Last night we went to a restaurant in Landisville that is about 5 miles from our house. Well, I took a wrong turn. She has a much better sense of direction than I. But, I could whup her in arm wrestling so my authority is maintained. I console myself with the idea that pigeons have a great sense of direction, and they are pretty stupid animals. Maybe that doesn't reflect well on my intelligence. The restaurant was great...not too pricey, good food. It is The Black Knights Bar and Grill on 335 Main Street in Landisville (ph. 717-898-7234). It is easy to get to...for most people.

My lovely wife Lina has her own blog (click title above)...check it out. It has kind of put me on notice that I better resume blogging too lest my reputation in our marriage as being the writer gets tarnished. Hence, the "Rise of Bierkergaard" quote. When we were dating she said that I wrote my emails like a Ph.D student but talked on the phone like 15 year old. Go figure...working as a high school guidance counselor has damaged my verbal skills permanently. Like, dude, no way man, dude. I am not going to take LinainLancaster laying down if for no other reason that I need to provide my perspective when she mentions me in her Blog and may sully my fine reputation. Ahem, only kidding dear. It is true that I didn't not shed a tear when we watched the film "Beaches." I am to be commended, though. When she asked me if I cried, I could have probably scored a few points if I said that I did. But I told her the truth, "No." The truth may set you free and p

My roomate Bill from college calls me Bierkergaard which I take as a profound compliment as it is based Soren Kierkegaard the Danish philosopher. I call him Kaiser Wilhelm with his pointy helmet and all. Here are some of S.K.'s quotes. I am a big believer in quotes...if an idea cannot be communicated in a few sentences, then the idea needs to be stomped on until it fragments into crystallized shards. A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him. At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference. Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself. Don't forget to love yourself. During the first period of a man's life the greatest danger is not to take the risk. God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners. It is so hard