the master sergeant, tender one that he is, tells me in conversation (after reading the previous post) that i am missing the point… when asked why, he tells me that to think i do not ‘get my point across’ is a foolishness.

paper-rose-021307.mp3 shakespeare said ‘that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.’

have you ever had a moment wherein you could clearly see how the seemingly haphazard chain of events in your life were, upon closer consideration, not at all haphazard?

the weekend finds me saying goodbye to two… one, a person i thought a friend who chooses not to be so, and the other, a tender delight who even now, is on a plane to his home.

A well put together listing of special days in the Buddhist tradition.

getting into the groove of ‘being’, the decision to actively work to maintain it… has had some very surprising outcomes.

my first registered title with ASCAP. feel the excitement! *grin*

today is thursday. the week seems to have flown by. tomorrow is the master sergeant’s last day in my home town.

archival.

well. unemployment filed (pending the ‘reason’ – which oddly enough, they refuse to provide… which is puzzling), and the resume already flying to 30 openings and a number of recruiters.