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Haze.
I want to write a hundred things, and say hello and how are you, but sleep and I are not getting along lately and I cannot seem to think. Will this entry do for a place holder?
Hello, and how are you? -
labor day
Commentary on Labor Day over at the Language Log. Or, I should say, commentary on the lack of Labor in acknowledgment of Labor Day. -
a tired line about rivers and roads
A close family friend passed away Monday morning.
The funeral, Thursday morning, was packed to the rafters.
Everyone was prepared as anyone can be, but damn. -
(still)
We have planted potatoes, and garlic, and onions and carrots and peas ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
"When it is only through age that one gathers wisdom and experience, why this endless struggle to seem young?...Remember that beauty works from within, it cannot be put on and off like a garment, and it depends far more on the culture of the intellect, the tastes, sentiment, and affections of the soul than the color of the hair, eyes, or complexion ( Read more... ) -
exhale
Dad's surgery went well. There wasn't much reason for it not to--it's a fairly common procedure, and recovery will be easier than with his shoulders--but he has a history with staph infections that puts our nerves on edge. He'll come home tomorrow afternoon and we'll keep him well-medicated, and creep through the house like mice while he sleeps ( Read more... ) -
...who you are
"A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest--a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons ( Read more... )