Weird day today. Feeling kindofadrift. Lost. First father's day without dad, a sham would-be anniversary of a phantom marriage. The solstice gets lost in the weight of personal accumulation of loss. The past repeats repeats repeats...we are doomed.
I think I've outgrown this blog. Can it grow with me? I'm not sure. I don't think so. So do I keep posting anyway, leave it for posterity, or destroy it?
Let's review the first 2 weeks of this new year:
1/1: Admit Dad to Hospice
1/3: Dad dies
1/5: $1500 in car repairs (clutch, transmission cables, tire)
1/10: funeral
1/13: Someone steals my cross-country skis
Can we start over?
The second segment of this Radiolab episode(maybe 20 minuntes in) might remind some of you of someone I kn
When scatterplot says, “You want to know who’s annoying?” I have to wonder why the autistic girl gets my meaningful glance, and the supposedly normal (or emotionally/cognitively typical, or whatever the word these days is) girl doesn’t.
My first experience with Windows Vista is basically a series of questions in a really pretty interface. It’s like an over-protective milf. “Are you sure you want to do that?” “Do you want to allow access to this program?” “Are you sure"?” “Really, really sure?” “Do you want to make something default for something?” “Seriously"?” “That might hurt”.
This post is really just an excuse for me to post using Windows Live Writer Beta from Vista.
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