I don't know where you've gone, but I feel somehow responsible

Aug 17, 2014 21:13

I've been looking over my friend-of list. A lot of old, well-remembered names, attached to accounts that now seem entirely defunct.

There's 1144, the mood-swingy objectivist. booksoverbombs, pintofmalaga, turkishb, each of them a genius, each of them no doubt gone in search of higher levels of engagement. moremi, the corrupted soul who thought I would find his charm irresistable. Three of ( Read more... )

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matrexius August 19 2014, 04:05:14 UTC
It gets this way, doesn't it. My parents said they wanted to talk to me more when I was wrapping things up in grad school, but frankly I don't know what I would have talked with them about. My answer to "What have you been up to" was exactly the same thing on any given day for several months in a row, except for a couple of trips and the wedding (which they attended and didn't need to ask about).

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oslo August 22 2014, 03:39:01 UTC
It is a constant challenge, nurturing within oneself the kind of diverse experiences, attitudes, beliefs, etc., that make one a person worth knowing. I don't claim to have figured it out. I figure the only ones with a shot are the artists, the writers, the academics, the scientists, the engineers - because then at least your productive life connects with what makes you unique.

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motodraconis February 17 2017, 10:19:45 UTC
I admire your stance on politicartoons, and the way you write, so I've friended you.

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