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baruch dayan haemes
Babou passed from this world last night around 9:15, Shabbos rosh chodesh Shvat, with all of us there with her.
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it starts with an ending (netzach shebe gevurah)
It's the coolest grayest Beltaine-tide in a while, but I'm not complaining [while bracketing whatever chaos factors of anthropogenic effect probably shift our weather systems this way alongside more harmful changes]--- it seems peaceful, and dreamy, and a suitable cauldron for all the big gentle changes and creative work in my life right now.
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the dirty laundry of library fines
Like the annual books-read lists of Finn and Lisa, my dirty laundry of unpaid library fines over the years-- half as long as it should be cos at some point I broke down and paid a bunch so I could check out/put books on hold again.
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'the odd phenomenology of possessing a sex'
Can anyone fully inhabit a gender without a degree of horror? How could someone 'be a woman' through and through, make a final home in that classification without suffering claustrophobia? To lead a life soaked in the passionate consciousness of one's gender at every single moment, to will to be a sex with a vengeance-- these are impossibilities, ( Read more... ) -
& also
I think I've just been exhausted. Took a good long walk with Critter and felt that burning-edges-ache of not enough sleep. I might take notes today instead of writing, do my taxes, work on more major arcana. The diss. writing will come.
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the temple of my familiar
"The religion that one discovered on one's own was a story of the earth, the cosmos, creation itself; and whatever 'Good' one wanted could be found not down the long road of eternity, but right in one's own town, one's home, one's country. This world. After all, since this world is a planet spinning about in the sky, we are all of us in heaven ( Read more... ) -
orientations in sunlight
Still reading my aunt Effie's Durrell book:
Cerulean sky touched with white cirrus-- such fleece as grows between the horns of nine-day goatlets, or on the cocoons of silkworms; viridian to peacock-tail green where the sea threshes itself out against the cliffs. Prismatic explosion of waves against the blue sky, crushing out their shivering ( Read more... ) -
the walls do not fall
([29] from 'The Walls Do Not Fall ( Read more... ) -
packing
In addition to the ush' (4 or 5 t-shirts, ditto on undies, spare tzistzis, passport etc), I am folding into my backpack:
-pocketknife
-"gentleman's" mirrored compass (both from my Daddy-o)
-Tarot pack
-siddur, tehillim & tefillin
-comp for diss writin'
-Ethics& folder o' essays for ditto
-Seferides poems
-salt-worn brass clips
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the calculus of variation
I have so much to write and share with you guys, but since I'm about to go to bed for now it's just my eerily-spot-on horrahscope:
GEMINI (May 21-June 20): I expect your zest for life has rebounded with abundant fervor, Gemini. These couple weeks offer you easy access to some of the most effortless happy-moments you'll experience in 2013… and ( Read more... )