I am in here.
August is the time most defined by the sound of the crickets, and the few out-of-turn cicadas that we get each year. Last Friday, on our walk, Dee and I found a dead, flat cicada, which I actually took a picture of. I find the sound soothing, but on a higher level, it’s urgent. The … Continue reading Cicadas and August
Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house. — John Cheever Technorati Tags: fear, qotd
“My Life in the Bush of Ghosts” (Brian Eno, David Byrne)
Eric asks me what is it about Twitter that is catching my eye. Well, it resembles a lot how conversation used to go on the computer services about twenty years ago — on The Source and Compuserve. I guess I’m just a sentimental ol’ gal 😛 Now playing on iTunes: Mea Culpa from the album … Continue reading Twitter usefulness
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