Similar experiences, different habits and responses. We are meaning machines. Love is the bridge, choice/personal-responsibility is the power. Happiness is a favorite habit and breathing is a new one of which I will be world+ class. If we’ve really learned it, we can teach it. Best is living it, loving it, together.
Got cold enough to pull over a soft plush blanket and I’m now surrounded in soft plushy coziness and very happy about it.
New Orleans has alll the oysters and many of them have visited my belly and I am a happy.
‘…she could not bear to lose the chance to be with you for a while longer.’
‘This may complicate matters for me,’ said Daneel thoughtfully.
‘It is in a good cause,’ said Giskard.
Asimov is hilarious and a complete romantic (on multiple levels). And Daneel and Giskard are the cutest best friends ever. —Even more than Daneel+Lije Baley. And even a smidgen ahead of the super cute Aziraphale+Crowley.
Gregory Brothers – Tosche Station
Jukebox the Ghost – Colorful, Fred Astaire, Time and I
Ani Difranco – Fuel, 32 Flavors
Blue October – I Hope You’re Happy
Nahko and Medicine For The People – Black as Night
Dodie – Secret for the Mad, Burned Out
Sufjan Stevens – Love Yourself, With My Whole Heart
Jamie Cullum – For the Love
The Ballroom Thieves – Archers
Past Me lowercased things and herself for a looong time. I appreciate that she consciously stopped doing that, at least in text. It’s a visual and marked difference.
(‘Split the difference on the tense.)
Who penned the quote “a difference to be a difference must make a difference”? I don’t know; I like it. I also like “Living is a thing you do now or never—which do you?” That one’s Piet Hein.
The dress I wanted to wear on Saturday, for alllll the previous week, was remarkably hiding on Saturday and turned up only today; it did very good hiding. I wonder where when it wants to be worn instead.
When I decide to bedtime, it’s typically about two hours later that I get myself to bed. Unsolved mystery.
I don’t know how to comment on the show that eeeeveryone is watching and discussing, without a due rant about direwolves.
Still happies: buttered popcorn, baby bunny in the grass, bluebirds of happiness, super soft pants, super soft things, redox molecules, gaming glasses, really raw honey, hellions, calling them hellions.
Passed three sets of hellions on the path home, walking today. And a bluebird that I didn’t quite recognize about midway walk. And a titmouse or two. And woodducklings paddling in the distance with at least half a dozen adult male woodducks about. And babyish bunny, possibly first of the season.
Dear friends are in flight, with family, on their own, planning, smiling, wondering, hoping. And I am late to the early sleeping game I was aiming to play. And I am very well, and happy.
I am really surprised I never noted Ani DiFranco’s Fuel here, neither complete lyrics nor excerpt. I have referenced it, at least in 2007; feels underrepresented, given how much it’s cycled through my head the past many years.
Why is EVERYONE constantly making any two people a romantic ship these days if they’re seen on screen together for all of two seconds? It is Not sane and it has Bad implications for the real world, and assumptions and approaches and expectations and interpretations. Two happy seconds with a person does Not mean a whole thing.
Westworld said timshel! Anthony Hopkins said timshel. ::happy me::
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