This title has been in my “saved drafts” for a few days–mostly because I didn’t want to forget the expression. Isn’t it lovely. Time is passing. After so many years in its grip, this is a truth that continues to … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: September 2013
The Conditional Soul
“Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.” There are things to get out of the way before discussing this quote. The first and most obvious problem is that the quote is out of context. … Continue reading
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
I’ve been thinking about this quote since I read it a few days ago. Is Baudelaire right? g.
When you are old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved … Continue reading
The Secret Race
I’m a fast walker. There are lots of reasons why: I usually walk alone, so I rarely have to pace myself against anyone else; I’m frequently worried about being late (because damn, I’m walking); I use walking as a way … Continue reading
I love you.
My mom told us she loved us a hundred times a day. Well, maybe not if we were being brats. But I don’t think a day went by she didn’t say more than once. “I love you” punctuated the end … Continue reading
Murphy lives in my house now.
So last night I returned home from work to find two packages waiting for me. One was from Amazon (that could only be good news), and the second was from The Publication that is running “my” article this coming month. … Continue reading
Hey, this frying pan’s over a fire.
I have eaten something close to two pounds of grapes today. It’s going to become problematic at some point. The problem is I’m so thirsty, and the water is far away and the grapes are in a bowl on my … Continue reading
Of bees and bonnets
I have, for the most part, made my peace with being disappointed by people. In my daily life, I expect very little in the way of manners or detail-oriented work. Â I don’t really think anyone around me cares too much … Continue reading
Where do you find yourself?
I’ve started thinking about the idea of where I am, rather than who I am. Who seems like an impossible quest. Walt Whitman had it right: I contain multitudes. Over the last few years, I’ve come to feel increasingly dissociated … Continue reading