Sanity is a multivalenced thing ( Read more... )

The more I continue to live, the more I find myself glad that among my core convictions is the notion that nothing is sacred, everything is permitted ( Read more... )

Some few years of 'being-an-adult' have taught me that being an adult is an art. The art involves securely tying together a bunch of squirming, writhing joys, fears, angers, confusions, and gladness together with a long length of twine, closely-fit enough that it all seems to vibrate together to the same beat. This beat is the beat life is lived ( Read more... )

Surfacing for a breath ( Read more... )

This is an experiment, wherein the first thing I do when I roll out of bed is do some writing: specifically, a dialogue between the weirder function-wholes of my understanding. I give them a thing to talk about, and theoretically they will do so. Sometimes they may say the same thing. They will more often have different valuations ( Read more... )

I roll between categories. This is not my wish, but my will; I defy continuous classification even to myself, and this seldom bothers me save when it truly disturbs others (and in such cases I either provoke, ignore, or clarify as best I can). It's too much to stay still long enough to be understandable to any conscious mind. Described, but ( Read more... )

Two major items.

One: new phone number. Two: graduation invitations.

If you desire either, leave a comment (they are screened!) with either of which you prefer, and an address. Yes, I'm inviting Internet to come if they so please.

SO SPEAKS MY BROWNIES.

I am startled and surprised by how easy frying some eggs for breakfast was. I think I'll do it more often now!

What is good in life ( Read more... )

So much for "A Post Every Day In April"! Whatevs, tho. I can do these papers and this move and argh fghjhlglhl.