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Enduring philosophies and favorite quotes

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

Playlist pieces

You won’t find it in her weakness; you’ll find it in yourself.
Climb cautiously—but don’t do it for me.

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You seem to think there’s nobody like you;
day after day don’t know what you might do.
‘Can’t understand what it really feels like;
something so small is killing you inside.

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Recent comments

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Syndicate

Syndication is available in RSS and Atom flavors. Flavors like ice cream. Ice cream like happiness.

"Everything counts a little more than we think..."

14 May 2019 Tuesday

slated in moments at 11:36 pm

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.

14 January 2019 Monday

slated in moments, mainstream at 5:42 pm

iPad offered me news. It started by telling me about a gun going through an airport undetected by TSA and the nonsense surrounding that; then told me that video games are more available by indie developers now due to accessible game engines; then told me about a gas station police standoff involving gasoline, threat of fire, and a drone delivering a vape pen. What the heck, News! What the heck!

14 August 2018 Tuesday

Hair cut

My hair hasn’t been this short in a long time.

11 August 2018 Saturday

Effective spatial sense

My spatial sense sometimes astounds me with its effectiveness. I wonder where it comes from, and I am very grateful for it.

09 August 2018 Thursday

side progress was had

Side progress was had. Does little for the task list, yet does plenty anyway.

Gmail understands me

I like that Gmail considered 8:00am Thursday as “tomorrow” even though it’s currently 2:50am Thursday. Gmail understands me.

07 August 2018 Tuesday

I can wear this skirt again

It’s amazing how much difference five pounds makes. I forgot how many more clothes are available to wear at this size.

26 July 2018 Thursday

Popcorn with lots of salted butter

Popcorn with lots of salted butter! As nature intended.

Hello computer glasses

Hello computer glasses! Nice to see [through] you again

24 July 2018 Tuesday

Farewell Tallinn, thank you for Everything

Cheers to new Friends, grass dogs, pizza and rippled sand, molehills and the forest, dots and dragons, Prince of Persia and the Mayan Temple, bruise by beer, eggs and lassi, scarce cabs, music+; farewell Tallinn, thank you for Everything.

Everything is safely stored in the Archives