Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true

[mhuzzell]

O My Readers, I've neglected you again. It's been ages since I've written, and even longer since I've written anything I've been really proud to share with you. I've just looked, and it's all ramblings about bees and eyelashes and the Apocalypse. Yeesh. (Though despite all the mentions of The Apocalypse, The Revolution, etc, please never think

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[lizardist]

Or maybe university is so silly, a place where we learn so little REALLY, that it doesn't matter what it says on that bit of paper, as long as you get out of here with one... and intanct!

[smoothoperetta]

I think you write better every post. I really love reading this journal now.

Also, good poem. Of course. Want to talk it (and life) over over coffee soon?

And what happened to the last one you wrote (ornaments, blue-veined hands . . .) Do we get to see a reworking?

[mhuzzell]

Thanks man, that means a lot. Coffee soon, yes. As for that poem (or glimpse of poem, or scene, or whatever):

Again

Porcelain rabbits,
dropped long ago, still show their glue-seamed scars,
crouched quiet on shelves in a house once home,
unwitting metaphors
the paper touch of ancient hands
cannot quite mend or comfort.

More importantly...

[mhuzzell]

Now as opposed to when?

Serious question. You know you were saying you might start a 'real blog' to mostly-replace your LJ? I've been considering that myself, but the trouble is that I've got a very poor internal quality control. I'm aware that my writing in this journal has become better over the last year or so, but as I look back at those entries, there are a few that I know are good and a few that I know are terrible, but with most of them I'm just not sure

[aberwyn]

Actually, there is time to follow that dream. You merely won't be taking the conventional path to it, and who knows, that might be better. Here's a grand example, in Kate Elliott's husband, J. -- he always wanted to be in law enforcement, went to Police Academy out of high school, became a law enforcer and realized it wasn't for him. So J. went back to college part-time, got a degree and PhD in archaeology/anthropology, and has now done excavations in Central America. I don't remember how old he was when he got the PhD, but his kids were in junior high. He now has a job that combines both dreams, working as a forensic anthropologist in the MIA program out of Hawaii.

I'm another example: always wanted to be a writer, never got around to it till I was 38, published first novel at 42 -- and you know how that worked out. :-)

So you really don't have to give up. Sometimes all you need to do is reconsider the steps toward achieving whatever dreams you have.

[lizzellwild]

i like that poem. and that you're finding your love of science and Jane Goodall again. i knew it never really faded anyway.