In conversation with a friend about my last entry closing this journal, he made a comment I feel appropriate:

"OK, so you're finished with it: but that's not an ending, it's an abandonment. Anything you've been working on that long deserves something better."Annoyingly (because this is someone to whom I hate to be wrong), he was right. So here ( Read more... )

*poof*!

...but life has been pretty much work, work, and more work, and there's not been much to talk about ( Read more... )

Not an entirely amazing quiz--there are limited possibilities for results, and the questions were, to say the least, vague: several of them I could easily have chosen differently and still felt 'right.'

On the other hand, the results say I'm like Christopher Walken in Suicide Kings. That's not all bad. :)


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...besides catching up on a lot of stuff I needed to do, I successfully made an Applebee's Tequila Lime Chicken ( Read more... )

Hell, it wasn't even a wild Sunday in Tokyo. I remember stubbornly putting a book back on my shelf, only to have it fall over again an hour later.

:)

Well, back to the drawing board. What am I going to do today then?

...when the softcore porn on Channel Five has as much plot as anything else on offer.

I should avoid getting drunk with old friends. Not only does alcohol bring out the worst, the darkest, and the most cynical in me, but it reminds me of older actions and former bets, things I might regret when sober. The time between the last glass of wine and the first cup of tea is a period of mellow horror, the anesthetised memory of things I' ( Read more... )

...looking over it, Prospect is about to reach an equivalent in my view of the much-esteemed Economist. Unfortunately I doubt I shall be able to afford subscriptions to both soon.

The article by Kagan in last month's issue is particularly apt.

http://www.prospect-magazine.co.uk/