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Jesus, the trite stoopid, it burns!
Gotta get some decisions made about which projects get attention. Otherwise, everything is just continuously spinny.
"Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.' " -- Isaac Asimov
News: Too-cool internationalista discovers something besides furry boot covers at Burning Man.
Views: Apparently the urge to rewrite this same effing piece is irresistible to a certain percentage of people who finally get around to attending the damn festival.
Neon from the Viking
I saw the AA drill at second hand. Those people helped my mom pull out of the hole she'd dug, and she never did fall off the wagon after the day she finally called and they visited.
I was living in a mountain town & working as the local librarian there. The dream has nothing to do with that job, but it was part of the situation. I was returning to work from somewhere, at some point during the middle of the day. As I approached a big open intersection -- maybe a cul de sac of some kind -- I saw a group of local brothers.
I'm pretty happy with the results of my shirt-making adventure.
Low-res, chunk-phone-photo goodness from Ziggie's
Battling church marquees.
My quest for the perfect ginger-bourbon cocktail remains unfulfilled.
In which meteorological anomalies abound.
I sent this message to my U.S. Senators, as well as the neglibible person who succeeded Pat Schroeder to represent my district in the House.
So I woke up from this LONG elaborate Burning Man dream. It was late spring, going into summer, IOW time to get the annual plan going and commence building stuff. Ivy and I were camping out in this vast backyard of some house . . .
I am suddenly and powerfully reminded of an incident when Yahoo no. 1 was 6 or 7 years old.
The dive downward into the murk started out as a bolt for freedom, but elation rapidly faded as the water quality degraded and light dimmed with every inch of travel. Soap was the dominant theme of the stagnant soup . . .
Without projects, it's just a long, dusty road to the horizon. Projects are ways to engage and reward attention along the way. Beats the living fuck out of just trudging.
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