Ok, I'm back. The busyness has subsided. Between work & the other stuff I need to get done around the house for spring/summer I have hardly stopped in weeks. I have got the turf dug up for planting shrubs & I am going to attempt a small veg area this year - depending how succesful it is I will either get rid of it entirelt or create a bigger section for it. The roof is getting re-shingled next week (structurally it is sound but the shingles are old and in need ...
I might have visited Radio Row for the first time in the spring of 1961. My father took me along with him on one of his frequent excursions there to find yet another replacement tube for our RCA television set. This set was (to me, a 7-year old) a colossus of electronic bewilderment, encased within mahogany, standing tall and imposingly in our living room like the Monolith of “2001: A Space Odyssey.” The picture would take an aggravating eternity (maybe longer) to come on, if it came on at all, ...
I’m absolutely sick and tired of New York City’s war on terror's security obstacles and spectacles. Since 9/11, the sight of barricaded streets, restricted building areas, security checkpoints, and similar curtailments of liberties, have taken their toll on most people’s ability to suspend disbelief and anxiety attacks. If anything, as I remember that amazing day (even putting aside its mythical elements), the attacks were from the sky; and the supposed terrorists didn’t force but bought their way ...
I finally finished The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius. I can't say that I enjoyed it, so I'm glad that it is over. The Analects of Confucius, and The Maxims of La Rochefoucauld were the same sort of thing but much better. There were two parts I did like though: Book II. 17. In human life time is but an instant, and the substance of it a flux, and the perception dull, and the composition of the whole body subject to putrefaction, and the soul a whirl, and fortune hard to divine, and ...
Shock horror, I've been thinking . I've been thinking about Tom and how we changed. Whenever I think about him I sum up my feelings towards him when we were still friends. I've worked it out, it's been worked out for a while. Quite simply, I loved Tom, but I wasn't IN love with him, that make sense? There are different kinds of love. I love my mum but I wouldn't sleep with my mum what a mental image, I shall have nightmares about that, anyway. It's settled, that's what I felt towards ...
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