Hello there, blogosphere; I have not actually died. (Someone on NPR said 'blogosphere' the other day in a completely serious way, and I may have squeed just a bit.) It's just that my life, and by extension my brain, has got so terrifically dull -- lately it's begun to feel a great deal like The Horrible Calendar Kiosk Job, stretched over a larger
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It's been on and off weather-wise down here. Some days are cool and others are warm. I truly wish you could bottle up the frigid air and send some to me. We could use a bit of it I think. :)
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Our lives, our purposes are so much more than what we feel. It is those times we feel purposeless that God can do most with. The fire refining the silver. Waiting is its own form of suffering, and like all suffering is beautiful and laden with purpose if united to Christ's suffering. Which is never a matter of feeling the purpose of it. That feeling is a gift; it is not the thing itself.
Yay socks!
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Writing and music and impractical shoes = Jo? :p ALSO YES DOLLHOUSE. THEY SURVIVED. I was so absurdly pleased with those too, and when Maurissa Tancharoen showed up I was all "!!!! She wrote this episode and Epitaph One and that song and she sang it too!" Fangirling abounded. :) I wish Whiskey had gotten an ending, but it's always just, she's just a doll and we have no clue who her original personality is, whatever. :\
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this is completely random, but whilst searching to see if such a thing as icons for Robin McKinley's Sunshine exists, I came across your journal. And while glancing about your books that you've read (i.e. lots and lots of awesome books) I felt a need to recommend to you Megan Whalen Turner's books, staring with The Thief and going through The Queen of Attolia and The King of Attolia. I suspect you would enjoy them.
your friendly neighborhood book recommender,
Jade
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