January 2010
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719, you do amuse me
Sitting at the gate of the CS airport…
Been up since four thirty a.m.. Have not had coffee. A bit groggy, a bit more unpleasant, I am sure.
But I will be in Manhattan this afternoon. So that’s something to be happy for.
*Not a strong enough word. Ecstatic, thrilled — even jittery.
We got to the gate - not a single Starbucks on the way in, where do they hide them? Then the suspicious...
“My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth itself. What succor,...”
– Diane Setterfield / The Thirteenth Tale
I've never been good with headlines.
To say that my love of story is like a lifeblood, racing through my veins, never stopping, never-failing will never be a lie.
That is what you will find here – my life, my stories, and… whatever lies between.
Naïveté – the quality or state of being naïve.
The name, besides being an absolutely chilling word, describes… My state of being? No, not that I consider myself with a childlike...
“So if you’d like to listen to my poem, I’ll read;
Spun out of ancient stories,...”
– The Gawain Poet