hah. it has taken 41 years for me to discover something. what that something is doesn’t much matter but for how it lends to this result.
on arguing as a means of understanding
more and more of late, i’m being presented with the lesson that there is no discussion to be had where any participant cares more for their own ‘rightness’ than to understand the thoughts of others in relation to them.
Closing the door – A memory in two dimensions
this, the last conversation on the last night… and the first.
pinched from a friend
Below are Time’s most significant SF novels between 1953-2006. The meme part of this works like so: Bold the ones you have read, strike through the ones you read and hated, italicize those you started but never finished, and put a star (*) next to the ones you love.
interesting things afoot…
well, i suppose i’ve had plenty of time to catch my breath. i say this because suddenly, everything is once more changing around me.
grand-daddy catfish
i’m laughing at the title i give this post. when i explain, you will, too.
i hear there are white shores…
i think about you in cycles, i discover. no real initiator. no happening. no choice to do so. just happens. think about how it felt to smile for you, to you, with you. think about merry moments, peaceful moments, soft and wistful moments. think about how it was before you gave in to fear and i became angry for it.