you know it’s been a rough night when you dream of walking to the mall that’s miles away and on the way you encounter a mexican amish man driving a cart that’s pulled by a brown cow with a big anarchy A spraypainted on its side.
and now your joseph campbell thought of the day:
the oo […]
hello there…
damn…
adrift again.
all night i dreamt scattered:
groups of things i NEEDED, in that way you desperately need things only in dreams, spread out across the floor and i struggled to gather them like i was in some kind of warped video game.
various people all pulling on my attention, trying to get me to focus […]
just another brick in the wall…
today is bleh. i’m really tired, not sure why as i’ve gotten enough sleep lately. methinks my mind is busy working overtime. i wake up okay, but i have the distinct sense that i’ve been on a big adventure overnight.
could be because i’m trying to find somewhere to take this novel idea and my mind […]
curled up with machines…
just warning you all ahead of time that this is going to be a long, rambly, mostly utilitarian post. it’s more journal than informative and i may even be able to write the whole thing with no mention of activism of any kind nor requests for you to sign any sort of petition. heh.
first, last […]
where owls fear not tread…
i had some bad dreams last night. i mean really bad, waking up and laying there crying bad. it happens sometimes. often there is some supernatural element to the dream (ghosts, monsters, etc.) but last night it was about the war and terror and all that is wrong with our current reality only twisted and […]
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sometimes i lay in bed before getting up and dream up the ultimate computer network for our house. it involves a computer-run media center, many redundant terabytes backup drives and a big networked laser printer.
what can i say about this book? it's a lovely memoir of julia child's arrival in paris, her journey learning the language and discovering her life's passion in cooking.
the whole story is special to me, having grown up watching her show on television. mrs. child taught me a great many things about cooking (including the fact that mistakes are okay) and her warm, engaging style comes through in the text. i could hear her warbly voice in my head the entire time i was reading.
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