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Bleargh.
Fearsomely depressed. Yeah, the Telling History What To Do therapy didn’t take. Wonderful feeling while it lasts, but the crash comes when you sigh blissfully, and you look around for one of t...
The solutions research follow-up
Still a bit off from that, but I’d better get back on the horse. Although, it’ll be a while before I’m quite comfortable un-self-consciously voicing an irrelevancy in mixed company. Which… any...
How obtuse the writer can be
Great God, I just made a fool of myself. Do I write it up here in full? “For the file”? I don’t think I have the energy… not for full “in full”… Let’s just say: Around midday I was in a comme...
The one with all the solutions
(Or in which I psychoanalyze myself on the subject, at least.) This entry will be about other things, but to fill it in: So I tried the Trinidad Moruga Scorpion, on Skype simultaneously with m...
The enigma of the comfortable Cassandras
(Note: Because I am trying to sensibly translate a position that was largely in the original a bunch of incredulous spluttering, I will be partly suspending self-editing. Sorry if I ramble.) Onc...
Two bangs and one tuneful whimper
The peppers are ripe! (No, those are grapes right there, sure enough. I just thought they were pretty to look at starting off. They grow right in the same double row with the peppers, anyway.)...
ITER, fusion, understanding scientific work, and the glib
So, there’s a mountain of metal being raised in Cadarache, France. Unfortunately, odds are good you haven’t heard about it except from me. It’s called ITER, which stands for International Therm...
The depressed ADD entry (sorry, readers)
Up early. Typing on Mom’s crashes-every-three-minutes computer, in Yahoo Mail even though I am not going to send an email, because the Drafts section seems to catch and retain every keystroke whe...
On bad reviews, unlocked hatches, and lack of interest
Negative reviews are more fascinating than positive reviews -- dismally so. I've just been reading through lots of reviews of various books on Goodreads, both positive and negative. I've written...
I know a thing I can't explain
I know a thing I can’t explain: we are cables, strings of yarn connecting to each other, connecting to eternity. They are the truth of us, the certain few sinews, they are the moments when we are...
And then all your friends get interested in girls...
This (thank you for the pic, Wikipedia) is a western scrub jay, the sort of jay we see most often in our neighborhood in Portland. For scale, the whole bird might be a foot long, including the t...
Gwen's book is out.
Gwen's mom told me this morning. Please tell anyone who might care, who may not be in here or see this. Here's the link in Amazon: Words, My Path to the World. When I went to the Amazon page t...
Gwen's about to be published (and also peppers)
I have been having a good few days. Carrying dahlia pots out into the sludgy squdgy yard (the spring rains have turned torrential and record-breaking this week and last, with interesting fresh i...
Washed ashore
Well, here we are again. A blank journal stretches before me. Arbi and others have spoken of this as feeling like a refugee camp, after the exodus from Open Diary. I keep thinking of the Nisei...
Book Description
In which I write generalized flotsam of an indooblecated nature.
