I have some books that I want to get rid of. I have this insatiable habit for book-buying and sometimes I just get carried away. I don't need these ones anymore, so I thought that you might want them. I'm selling them, but not for money. Used books have terrible resale value. Instead, you must offer to do a good deed (that you normally wouldn' ( Read more... )

Eight people fooled!
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For a while, I was afraid that whatever trigger that filled me with words would disappear shortly after my crisis past. But it hasn't.

I'm very glad for this new ability: to see, to hear, to write. It feels right to be able to put down my thoughts on paper, and see them take on meanings I never knew I thought. It's like having a conversation ( Read more... )

I don't know what to think about this radio play that I found online, but it is rather poignant.

We are the music-makers,
  We are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
  And sitting by desolate streams;­-
World-losers and world-forsakers,
  On whom the pale moon gleams:
We are the movers and shakers
  Of the world forever it seems.

Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy

It's amazing to look at what things people comment upon in your diary. From what I can tell from my particular journal, people are more interested in commenting on the superficial parts of your life. Like which weblogging software is the best, or about FlexHours, or ethnic diversity. Whereas whenever a deep, personal thought surfaces, it goes by ( Read more... )