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mused at 10:58 pm
I was very much a pencil kid, and for many years always carried multiple mechnical pencils. I’ve been a pen person for many years now (pen doesn’t smear and rub all over notebook pages like pencil lead does) so it’s an amusing surprise to be reminded of things like eraser lint. If I can figure how to deal with the eraser lint, I think (colored) erasable pens may be a solid way to go.
The question is: how well will the ink on the page hold up over decades?
Erasability and novelty, or reliable traditional permanency?
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mused at 4:15 am
When I was younger I read a lot. I always checked out the library limit (35-40 at a time) and had them all read well within their due dates.
I walked out of the library today with just a handful of books, knowing sadly that there will almost certainly be one or three of them that I do not get to open at all before they’re due.
I realized my reading habits are rather like my eating habits: they haven’t really changed over the years, while my metabolism has.
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mused at 5:16 pm
Squirrels shouldn’t even be out in this weather.
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mused at 6:53 am
I am not feeling entirely myself this week. But still more me than anyone else may ever be.
trees falling in a forest
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mused at 10:35 pm
Nice things about being friends with girls (as a [hetero] girl):
- you can dote on them without it being misinterpreted as flirting
- when discussing relationships/guys, you don’t really have to mince the words/facts/past to avoid shattering an otherwise (relatively) ladylike view of you.
- you can more often believe them when they compliment you
- you can accept unlimited glasses or bottles of alcohol from them without (usually) being forced to consider that they’re trying to get you drunk to take advantage of you
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mused at 10:13 pm
I’m talkin’ ‘bout blue skies blue skies… what’s the matter matter blue skies…
This mash-up keeps happening in my head.
Also, it’s difficult to play either album without feeling lots of feelings, either happy and excited or sincere and emotional.. Mostly the happy if you’re listening/occasionally singing while driving awesomely with relatively/irrelevantly cooperative traffic.
“The facts were these..”
“Give me the love of an orchestra!!”
“A hundred miles a hundred miles a hundred miles a hundred miles.. you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles…”
“Without hope or agenda..”
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mused at 7:57 pm
Everything is connected. The smallest things affect.
“For want of a nail…“
If the smallest things affect the big things, than either the tiniest things matter or nothing does.
“Everything counts a little more than we think.”
“If nothing we do matters, all that matters is what we do.”