Jun 17, 2006 10:27
In my driveway, shiny gray and short (about 8 inches), is the body of a snake, dried in a striking pose. Every time I leave my apartment, I step over it -- not treading -- and acknowledge it, respecting an air of suspended attack that slinks round where I live these days.
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an air of suspended attack that slinks round where I live these days.
You sound ominous...
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I think you should leave it to shock J. :)
I don't feel particularly ominous ... maybe on the guard. It feels like one of those times, to me, where -- maybe for socio-political reasons -- everyone seems to be anxious, desperate, on edge ... not really as individuals, but more like it's the inevitable climate-clothing of the day. And I sense myself included.
Recognizing it, I hope, lets me off the hook to be chirrup-y. :) Sometimes. Just reflective t'day.
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Damn snakes. ;)
I finally started watching Angels In America last night. Two episodes down, and just wow. This is brilliant stuff.
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HSSSssssssss! :)
The movie is pretty damn good. I had read the play before and still believe they could've done much better with it. Would still like to see a stage version. The play actually calls for every stunt that creates the "supernatural" to be exposed so that, for example, the angels' wires are made to show. Still, the movie lets the genious of the script come through for sure.
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Incredible pictures of your trip, btw! Y'all look good together and look good in those landscapes!
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