As noted yesterday, Jonathon had suggested that if I was interested in a debate about Iraq, I should focus on Steven Den Beste: Although I don’t have any interest in discussing an invasion of Iraq on my weblog, it occurs to me Bb—if you’ll excuse the gratuitous advice—that your time might be more constructively spent debating the issues […]
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If the sunset could speak
If the sunset could speak I’m sure it would say: ‘Here i am, the end result of a day’s effort. I am the sum of all the light that goes before, gathered together by me with occasional rays breaking forth as I stuff it, screaming and clamoring, into the box named night. I am the […]
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A winter evening
Gary awakened in me a nostalgia with his compelling description of a cold afternoon and a wait for a ride home: She’s here. One minute early, you smile and grab each other closely by the arm for warmth and then briskly walk off into the crowd telling tales of the day. Before long you’ll be home, eating, […]
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DMV
Today was a totally wasted day trying to get my car registered in Missouri. First there was a trip to the county assesor’s to get a “property tax waiver”. Next, waiting over an hour at an auto shop to get an ID/OD. Finally, this afternoon, I went into the DMV office to turn in all […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. A thunderstorm rolled through at 3AM this morning, continuous lightening illuminating the bedroom, thunder rattling the windows. I got up and sat in front of the window watching the storm until it stopped. And since I was up anyway, I stayed up to work on the RDF book. With this […]