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the pendulum swingeth
The rotting houses around my home are gone, replaced by piles of debris. The machinery of demolition has done its work, and now there is just the endless shuffling of the machinery of collection. Thundering along the narrow alley with construction dumpsters, scooping, filling, and swapping one out for the next... Fine particles have wafted through ( Read more... ) -
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I'm wildly exhausted. Thankfully it is due in part to my working for the council of governments again, doing design-ish things that most of the folks there are not capable of doing (they are all urban planners, sigh ( Read more... ) -
Priorities
I definitely need to stop reading in the post-apocalypse genre for a little while. Had a bizarrely terrible dream this morning ( Read more... ) -
WOW! WOW! WOW!
So, my dear friend Wiley made a little post about a Vice Magazine article about Siouxsie Sioux, who is looking mighty fine for 50.
I did a little Google search to see other recent pictures of her, and I found these:
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Wonderful Reading
I just finished Jose Saramago's book, BlindnessHe is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors. It is not for the faint of heart, as it is touchingly disturbing and heartbreaking-- one of the best illustrations of the human condition I have ever seen ( Read more... ) -
Victory!
It's been a victorious week, in many ways, for many people.
But today, above all else, there is this:
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Surprisingly Good
While I am not a devotee of the religious fervor that is Harry Potter fandom, I just read a transcript of JK Rowlings commencement address to the 2008 graduating class at Harvard.
I found it touching, and inspiring. Well worth reading, it is found if you scroll down the page a bit: Leave a comment 1Sunshine Galore
Outside, the sun is promising to do a bang-up job of roasting the hell out of everything ( Read more... )Care and Feeding
A fickle appetite is my blessing and curse. Any emotional upset, any stress, strips away every hint of hunger. This is difficult when training. I remind myself, as I run through the cemetery, as I swim endless lengths of the pool, as I pump the pedals on my bike, skin smelling sharply of chlorine--that I am not merely exercising. I am training. The ( Read more... )Vertical Growth
We had a long talk, against the backdrop of the evening, the lights of other vehicles moving in the darkness alongside us ( Read more... )
