and around in a circle we go: I quit writing my novel in order to write my paper and ended up reading instead now i have quitters remorse one less week to work on both and a feeling that i should be learning a lesson here somewhere… learning a lesson here somewhere… I wanted to [...]
so, after thrashing away at my novel for the best part of last week and not really getting that much further or having any brilliant feelings of inspiration shower down upon my head, I’ve decided to abandon my goal of 50,000 words by November 30th and focus on my coursework instead. It seems that last [...]
From the back of the Erowid newsletter: “It’s no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.” – Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895-1986)
I like the sounds of this: “Sagittarius Horoscope for week of November 17, 2005 In ancient Greek mythology, Tantalus got into trouble with the gods for spilling some of their secrets to human beings. As punishment, he was condemned to spend eternity standing in a pool of water surrounded by trees full of ripe pears, [...]
Last night I went to the hospital with my sister in law, who gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I have never felt so broody in all my life.
I thought I’d write a bit about what I’m actually doing these days… after meeting with a friend who was a little concerned that I’d dropped off the deep end and had started hanging out with squid, I figured it was probably time for a journal update.. Isobel and the Octopoidal Monster are characters in [...]
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we’ve had painters in our house for the past week, repainting a few rooms that had problems with peeling paint, mildew and water damage from our leaky roof. They arrived one morning without any prior warning and announced that they would be back the following day to begin the job. So we moved the contents [...]
When the wind blows hard and the rain whips against my window, my inner hermit rustles up like dry leaves and old branches slowly unfolding he shakes his stick at me. come, and follow he says, there is a path that leads within it is not without sacrifice travelling alone the mind walks with a [...]
