I am very disappointed with John Stossel. I used to think he was a decent journalist who wasn't afraid of the truth, whatever it might be. There aren't too many of those anymore, and most of them -- at least English language journalists -- are British. John Pilger and Robert Fisk come to mind. Upon watching bits and pieces of Stossel's Myths, Lies ( Read more... )

Let my declaration be known to the world that my Crystal has the most beautiful singing voice you and I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. I had once, in a generally annoyed mood and with a headache, said that I didn't like her voice; and when prompted for reasons, I made some up; but I do declare my sincerest apology for ever saying such a ( Read more... )

I stopped by Tantallon to see Lou yesterday, since he always nods or smiles or points his cigar at me, and generally makes me feel good. Little did I know, it was the middle of the night, and the CX isn't open at that time, so I didn't get any smiles from anybody. So, Lou was probably sleeping in some secret room of the CX, because where he goes at ( Read more... )

I had a beautiful dream. It was a beautiful star-filled night, and I was walking with some people down Walnut Street, and one of them mentioned he had never seen a shooting star. I looked up, and they were everywhere. One of them shot all the way across the sky, and I said, "Look! You saw that, didn't you?" Then, just a few steps away, a shooting ( Read more... )

I am in as much pain as ever, but as much as I hate what I have done, I am able to be proud of myself for doing the right thing, for my love, and for "us." I am proud of the patience I have shown, for my constant love, for my understanding, my entire transformation, and I am proud of myself for finally having faith, perhaps for the first time, that ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wake up and my soul cannot bear the guilt of what I have done. I feel terribly guilty always but sometimes it produces an especially unbearable physical pain, as after waking up from a sweet dream of my beloved, in which things were as they should have been all along ( Read more... )

I feel like I have aged a hundred years over the past week. If every minute were a day, I'd have aged about 27 years, and that is not enough. I look at myself and expect to see my hair falling out; I cannot believe it is still there. I still love her. I still love more than ever. Loving through this pain is the easy thing; sending healing and ( Read more... )

My heart is breaking. While I was in Germany over the summer, I spent a day in Weimar, where I bought Crystal a stone necklace. It wasn't particularly beautiful, but I had to buy it, because I desperately needed something in which to store my love. I still haven't given it to her, because every time I look for it, it is nowhere to be found. Now the ( Read more... )

Trying my best to get through every day ( Read more... )

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