Whoo. This place is a bit dusty.

Without looking, I don't know when I last updated. And I haven't been keeping much of anyone up-to-date on the events of the life that is mine, so I figure there won't be a much better time to pause than now.

( Shibbity shibbity shwa! )

Ngyah, I'm sore. Good stretching yesterday. I think my proudest accomplishment lately has been touching my foot to the back of my head in Natarajasana.


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Wednesday, June 28 2006 approaching midnight ( Read more... )

I have better friends than I could imagine. The proof is everywhere, but my birthday was a good example ( Read more... )

I found Waldo in the Land of Waldos.

I want to find out whether dreams and attention are opposites. My waking life is increasingly about controlling focus and learning to guide that of others. But I can't remember ever looking directly at anything or asking a question or looking for anything in a dream. My dreams recently have been rather prop-heavy; so that Mandy's fiance Jorge ( Read more... )

Sound the gay music of the marriage song!

The nuptial feast is prepared and we're off to Mandy's wedding. It's just the immediate family out at Afton Villa, ruins and gardens, a secret place. No one would ever know.

FONK
A Short Non-Fiction Play
by Andrew Farrier and Alexis LeDay

Alxs: My lemon square is reacting a little bit fonkily with this tea.
Andw: (laughs into his drink) Fonkily.
Alxs: F-O-N-K-apostrophe-L-Y. Oh wait, that'd be fonk'ly.
Andw: I could see it becoming an adjective. "You're smelling a bit fonkly, dear." And I like the other words it ( Read more... )

( Between, too. )

( Fiercer than the raging flood. )