BurningbirdRecovered from the Wayback Machine. Another posting from last year, wrote while looking out on palm trees and bare streets, walkers in shorts. This year, I repost these words while looking out at white flakes falling past my window, covering the ground. What is it about falling snow that makes one reflective, somehow wistful and […]
Two things today: Jonathon posts an apology to Dorothea and Tish that I thought was well done. And both Tish and Dorothea deserved it. Sheila has much good to say about feminism and girlism. As does Suzanne in my comments to the posting “Looking Glass Self”. She writes: Okay, so I took some time to follow the thread a little and I have […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I was cleaning out my old email when I found an outgoing email with the following: There is no warmth among the wires. It’s only plastic, and metal, and electricity. That was long ago, but this is now.
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Dorothea writes today: Today I found out (never mind how; it was not through my direct agency) that a decidedly ungentle set of words, questioning not my courage but my ability to feel and act as a human being should, has been levelled at me elsewhere. Honestly, I wish I hadn’t found […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I studied Karate once, for almost four years. It was Okinawan karate, which means all hands, little foot action. One of things I loved to do was spar. We had sparring Tuesday and Thursday nights, and on Saturdays, and I rarely missed a session. Sparring isn’t as dangerous as it […]