I am in here.
And I am starting to get edgy, unsettled. I’ve been too quiet these past few days to suit me. I think this means that recovery is nearly complete. I’ve driven my car by myself, and am getting ready to get the J-tube out on Monday. I will be a self-sufficient human being at that point, … Continue reading Friday night again
In Boulder, the heat (so far) is dry. Dryer than in Cincinnati, at least. Not a lot of places, outside maybe the Congo, are more humid than Ohio in summer. I surprised myself and stayed outside for much of yesterday afternoon, wandering around to various places, including the nearby park by Boulder Creek. The creek … Continue reading It's a dry heat
Four days after the Oscars, the general opinion that I’ve come across is that, to quote one critic I read (but whom I can’t remember), Crash is the single worst Best Picture Oscar since The Greatest Show On Earth won in 1952. There is a whole host of people falling over themselves to explain to … Continue reading crash and stuff
‘Tis the night before I turn 50. I contemplate. So of course, my brain turns to mush. Much of the serious contemplation turns to the last post, which is a poem by e e cummings, recited at the opening of a conference I was just at by Brother David Steindl-Rast. He and I have become … Continue reading the last of 49, and the very last of 40
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