I think to myself: It’d be great if I had more pictures on the blog. (5 minutes passes) I think to myself: Oh, I’d better get out the camera again. Advertisements
When I entitled my last post “Now reading,” I meant it especially much. I am still reading it, almost exclusively out of the pile of my current reading. What the Anticancer book giving me is a plan of living, post cancer, so as to minimize the possibility of a relapse. As Gail said in her response a bit further down, on “Cancer myths, and recovering,” this fear never really leaves one. It’s always somewhere in […]
Another era in my cat-blogging starts now, with Satchel attempting to steal my breakfast apple turnover. I thought he’d go for the raspberries first, but that’s more Newton’s style. Satchel loves the carbs. Pictures will appear if I can get my camera.
Via… Oprah.com Community: kim_eng’s Blog I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through. Listen to this music.
The night outside is ringing like a bell, thanks to the grasshoppers and crickets. The night air is warmer than I am used to it, or have been used to it in past summers. The sun is down an hour earlier than it had been down at the height of summer, when I was still thawing out from this very cold past spring, when I never thought I’d be warm again, when I had pneumonia […]
Patrick Porter, over at OxBlog, writes us a very thoughtful essay about what sort of society we live in — post-heroic, or…? Not to mention, the implications thereof, which spill over into Hollywood. OxBlog POST-HEROIC? I’ve always been a little uneasy with the notion that we in the West wage post-heroic war because we live in post-heroic societies.
I stay up downloading some music that I didn’t think that I wanted, and forgetting how to spell anything and everything. Words are my life: I can’t life love live lie without them Watched a depressing Saving Grace, wherein Ham’s brother gets killed. Then I prepared myself for bed, only to come up with these thoughts in my head. And I type with sleepy fingers.