Every presidential candidate has convinced me that none of them are worthy of the presidential office, yet again. Kudos, guys. You've practically moved me to tears. And not in that good "I'm so emotional" kind of way. Not even in the "I hate chopping onions but t least this food is going to be really awesome when I'm done" kind of way. More in the "this has got to be a joke, under any definition of the term" way.
Ha.
Ha.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Blogworthy?
I had possibly the spookiest experience of my adult life last night. It was laden with all sorts of stuff. I'm wondering if I should blog about it to get it out, but I don't think that people will understand what I'm talking about unless they're parents, and it's not something that I'm taking lightly. Shabbat was difficult because I was with people constantly but covering for how incredibly freaked out I was by this thing. Let's call it a vivid, persistent, waking vision.
While this site's supposed to be for more than the occasional link and wisecrack, I just don't know here...
Will decide soon.
In the meantime, if you haven't gotten my walrus email, you should let me know. Because it was damned good. And that is certainly something that people should see. Thanks to Ben for originally posting it on Facebook.
We're cat-sitting, by the way. Now that the mice are finally gone. Kitty Claudia is super cute, and that's coming from an avowed 'dog person.' I'm contemplating getting a cat when I finally settle down post-law school. A puppy would be better, but not compatible with firm life. Unless anyone has any ideas on how that might be handled?
Be well.
While this site's supposed to be for more than the occasional link and wisecrack, I just don't know here...
Will decide soon.
In the meantime, if you haven't gotten my walrus email, you should let me know. Because it was damned good. And that is certainly something that people should see. Thanks to Ben for originally posting it on Facebook.
We're cat-sitting, by the way. Now that the mice are finally gone. Kitty Claudia is super cute, and that's coming from an avowed 'dog person.' I'm contemplating getting a cat when I finally settle down post-law school. A puppy would be better, but not compatible with firm life. Unless anyone has any ideas on how that might be handled?
Be well.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
at land's end
i feel like i'm in a book in this place. there could not be a better spot to sit and think, and if i believe that the universe conspires to bring you what you need, i am only reaffirmed here. there is a sun porch here, and a deck, and looking out you can see the little marshland with the inlet that leads to the sea, and straight across the bay and marshes to the lighthouse at harbor town, three miles away, where i bike every morning when i wake up. this morning i went twelve miles, all the way to harbor town and the back halfway to home, and then out to the end of sea pines, past all these golf courses and beautiful homes and turtles and spanish moss hanging from the skinniest pine trees you can imagine.
it is cloudy and windy now and about to storm, and the rushes are blowing all toward the beach, and there are egrets in the water, and it is quiet, and peaceful. here we stay at the part of sea pines called "land's end" and i feel it. we are at land's end. when it starts to rain i will go sit out on the deck and think as it is bound to be a warm rain and warm rain is good for thinking. i wish i never had to leave. i wish i had enough talent to be a writer, so that i never had to leave. as it is i have to admire h, who has so much poetry in her that it practically leaps from her fingertips, and go back to writing about law, which is, i think, for people who can write well, but not about anything beautiful enough to make them poets. at least, that is how i think of myself.
it is cloudy and windy now and about to storm, and the rushes are blowing all toward the beach, and there are egrets in the water, and it is quiet, and peaceful. here we stay at the part of sea pines called "land's end" and i feel it. we are at land's end. when it starts to rain i will go sit out on the deck and think as it is bound to be a warm rain and warm rain is good for thinking. i wish i never had to leave. i wish i had enough talent to be a writer, so that i never had to leave. as it is i have to admire h, who has so much poetry in her that it practically leaps from her fingertips, and go back to writing about law, which is, i think, for people who can write well, but not about anything beautiful enough to make them poets. at least, that is how i think of myself.
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