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Mar. 19th, 2008 04:51 pm( cut for opinion )
how time flies
Oct. 5th, 2006 10:05 pmI just looked up and realized I'd spent an hour jumping from here to there on LJ. It started out looking up someone who's journal I don't often read, but quickly wandered off into people I've never read before.
In an only moderately related vein, a year ago I was in love with one person more than I am now. A year ago I was also rocketing into the depths of a solid depression. I am currently not. I view the later as progress and the former as congress (Pro and con being opposites, proven in spades by the US Congress). That's not to imply that being in love is something so simple that it can be scored out like the steroid induced home runs of a major league slugger. Oh, sometimes you feel like you've knocked it out of the park. Even with the bases loaded. But a two hop ground single is something. And to put the analogy to bed, it's better hit a high fly to left than to watch the third strike go by.
Did I have a point? Are you kidding? When did I ever have a point?
I've chosen tonight's icon because I miss talking to some of you (not previously referred to in this post).
"Once again that rising sun is dropping back down,
and you my friend are no where to be found." Eliza Carthy "Walk Away"
In an only moderately related vein, a year ago I was in love with one person more than I am now. A year ago I was also rocketing into the depths of a solid depression. I am currently not. I view the later as progress and the former as congress (Pro and con being opposites, proven in spades by the US Congress). That's not to imply that being in love is something so simple that it can be scored out like the steroid induced home runs of a major league slugger. Oh, sometimes you feel like you've knocked it out of the park. Even with the bases loaded. But a two hop ground single is something. And to put the analogy to bed, it's better hit a high fly to left than to watch the third strike go by.
Did I have a point? Are you kidding? When did I ever have a point?
I've chosen tonight's icon because I miss talking to some of you (not previously referred to in this post).
"Once again that rising sun is dropping back down,
and you my friend are no where to be found." Eliza Carthy "Walk Away"
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Mar. 24th, 2006 07:24 pmHaven't posted for a while. I decided to use the time when I might have been posting to work on things in the real world. For the most part the experiment was successful. I worked on chainmail, read, and did other little, less virtual, things.
I think the only one that missed the inane ramblings that are my almost daily posts was... me. I missed the act of writing, of finding some interesting tidbit to comment on or something. I've never been much of a diarist. I think most of what I write would be a waste of paper. But no trees need to be sacrificed here. It's all just imaginary writing and, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
bravecows wisely observed, imaginary people.
On to mundane. If mundanity be the food of life, write on.
I was sick with a nasty nasal thing last weekend and the early part of this week. It was the standard drag that viruses generally are.
But today has been a great day. I got my year end bonus check at work, got out at noon, went to the bookstore, went out for food and drinks with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derien.
Today's haul:
The Original Hitchhiker Radio Scripts, by Douglas Adams
Gray's New Manual of Botany, by Dr. Asa Gray
A Field Guide to Animal Tracks, by Olaus J. Murie
Raj, the Making and Unmaking of British India, by Lawrence James
The last one there could double as a weapon or a step stool if you need to reach a high cupboard.
The van is nearly done. We may be able to get it back next weekend. I'm psyched to see it all new and shiny. Doe is psyched to have two cars again.
The birds have been wonderful in the mornings. They sing to the sunshine and it brings me up to step out into the warm morning and hear their songs.
Oh, andlucylou posted another song.
I think the only one that missed the inane ramblings that are my almost daily posts was... me. I missed the act of writing, of finding some interesting tidbit to comment on or something. I've never been much of a diarist. I think most of what I write would be a waste of paper. But no trees need to be sacrificed here. It's all just imaginary writing and, as
bravecows wisely observed, imaginary people.On to mundane. If mundanity be the food of life, write on.
I was sick with a nasty nasal thing last weekend and the early part of this week. It was the standard drag that viruses generally are.
But today has been a great day. I got my year end bonus check at work, got out at noon, went to the bookstore, went out for food and drinks with
derien. Today's haul:
The Original Hitchhiker Radio Scripts, by Douglas Adams
Gray's New Manual of Botany, by Dr. Asa Gray
A Field Guide to Animal Tracks, by Olaus J. Murie
Raj, the Making and Unmaking of British India, by Lawrence James
The last one there could double as a weapon or a step stool if you need to reach a high cupboard.
The van is nearly done. We may be able to get it back next weekend. I'm psyched to see it all new and shiny. Doe is psyched to have two cars again.
The birds have been wonderful in the mornings. They sing to the sunshine and it brings me up to step out into the warm morning and hear their songs.
Oh, and
lucylou posted another song.
