I am in here.
It occurred to me last night, listening to the wind through the open window through the bare trees on the hill opposite, that the quality of the sound must change throughout the year as the trees grow and lose their leaves. It happens so slowly that it can’t be noticed unless you’re listening for it … Continue reading Sound
Psalms. Many Psalms today. I’m in the 80’s now. Sounds retro if you don’t know what I’m referring to. Neither streets nor decades. My life is about reading books. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Yes. Peter and his friends mill about, having some sort of gaming party down in the basement. Tomorrow is a … Continue reading The end of the day
Question of the day: When will the Palestinians actually get the courage to live? Someone ought to tell them that loving death more than life is not something to be proud of. In Yourish.com (emphasis mine) Here you go: the pals love us Americans so much, they’re willing to kill themselves over it. Sort of. … Continue reading The "Ya Gotta Love 'Em" Dept.
People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk. — Stephen King
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