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timely
I walked the paths and back-woods to Forest Home Drive and then up through the Plantations to campus. Saw seven ducks in Fall Creek and something like a turkey-tail mushroom (but growing on a box elder ( Read more... ) -
quotes
I must be someone famous, right?
"The city is a graveyard where we bury the living, and walk amidst the tombstones."
(caption to Clover's photo of a graveyard with NY skyline in background--probably won't be used, tho)
"I walk. Swimming is only for summer fun for me. I walk in the woods and dream with the trees."
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sexuality, polyamory, romance and double-standards
This is going to be a rather personal entry, and I'm thinking about making it "friends only," but I'll post it publicly first and see what happens. Maybe I'll get to shock my parents ( Read more... ) -
like blown-out circuitry
Fumbling around in the dark of winter. It's a month past the solstice, but not even halfway to the equinox yet. I am out of joint, out of time with life's music, or just out of music itself; as quiet as a barren windswept field, as orderly as the wind ( Read more... ) -
on writing
It worries me a bit that so much of my generation will leave no written legacy behind, no guidebooks for those to follow; just from rambling, narcissistic accounts of daily minutiae. Granted, sometimes I use this intertron thing as a quick reminder to myself, "these events, these synaptic triggers," and granted I've hardly written in my paper ( Read more... ) -
autumn: a time to be close to the dead
I get nostalgic, or some variant on that feeling, this time of year. I get restless. It's not a year-end dying thing, and it's happened for a long, long time, even before I met her. But now that feeling attaches her memory to itself and populates the silent woods of my mind with her ghost. Five years. I never knew what exciting and ( Read more... ) -
"we'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors..."
I have several rants stored up. Who knows what order they'll come out, but here's number one, inspired by Colin Beavan's blog entry and its follow-up ( Read more... ) -
from Jeph Jacques:
Okay time to go yell at the television and drink a beer every time McCain says "maverick." I expect to die of alcohol poisoning. If not, see you tomorrow.
Apparently I'm not the only one with that idea. Hopefully I'm also not the only one who didn't follow through. -
quick jaunt
I'm off to the Northeast Grassroots Community Herbal Convergence for the weekend, followed by a couple of days in Vermont. I should be back in Ithaca by Wednesday night for the Grandmother Council's Men's Gathering. Still seeking work and house.
~M