Last weekend I went to training seminar on Nonviolent Communication. A friend lent me set of four CDs by Marshall Rosenberg, the creator of the process and head of the Center for Nonviolent Communication ( Read more... )

So how did it all work out? After that big thing I wrote about here. Was it just another process? To be followed by another process and another one ( Read more... )

The dishwasher is loaded and running. After nearly three years of living alone, with no one to clean up after me and no one for me to clean up after, I'm developing a sort of wave-form methodology. When I have no more bowls and ladles (from my basic diet of soup and berries), and no more big coffee mugs and teaspoons, and all the wooden handled ( Read more... )

I seem to be back to working full-time on sorting out some of the lingering questions in the story ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was on nerve.com, and decided to do a search for men in my general neighborhood. I found a man who referenced Rouge et le Noir, a Stendhal novel I've never read. It's about a young man who is an arriviste, a self-taught intellectual from the working class who tries to break into high society in 17th century France. Cool, I thought. It ( Read more... )

In gathering up books for half.com from the bathroom shelf, I stumbled on one of my old favorites, E.T. 101 ( Read more... )

Woke up yesterday in a total panic about money. There is no reason why I shouldn't be in a total panic about money 24/7, but fortunately my brain conspires to spare me, except in these periodic episodes ( Read more... )

Last night I watched a few country music videos. They have the strangest effect on me. I want to go out and dance with cowboys, get drunk and do thing that I swear I'll never do again the next morning ( Read more... )

I have to talk fast. The dogs are chewing at my ankles for dinner ( Read more... )

I keep trying to post. I keep not having time. The news just keeps backing up. Oh, what's important ( Read more... )