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Hay Bales in Iceland
Spring fever always hit me hard when I worked in an office. I’m not really an outdoorsy person, but I am convinced that if there really was an afterlife, one of the things we would be called on to answer for before admittance would be the sunny spring days wasted indoors. And a sunny day in midwinter? There’s no forgiveness for scorning a gift like that. It’s wrong to allow calendar-based tasks to overrule nature. Read More
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My blunt rephrasing of my friend’s thoughtful words:
You have a right voice your stupid opinion. But we don’t have to listen to that shit.
WYS Words
Over on her blog, WYS Words, my friend has written yet another thoughtful piece. Here’s an excerpt:
The public dialogue these days lacks the rigor and depth needed to have productive conversations about important issues. One of the by-products of this laziness is the giving of equal weight to all opinions.
WYS Words
You should read the whole thing.
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We tend to think of ourselves as a single, continuous existence. But even over the course of a single year, it’s amazing how much we can change. It doesn’t even have to be a year of upheaval. A while back, I posted a writing exercise I did for Geraldine Brooks’ workshop at Iceland Writers Retreat.
I actually took two of her workshops. The second writing exercise was to introduce yourself, to basically give your own personal elevator speech. I wrote this in April, and it’s amazing to me how much of it no longer applies to me this December. I can’t wait to see what I will write about myself in 2015. Read More
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A recurring theme in The Lord of the Rings is the quest that one accepts in ignorance – no hobbit could undertake to destroy the Ring if he really knew what was required to succeed. I believe this is the reason that people don’t tell you the truth about parenting. If we really knew what it would take, we could never do it. One of the lesser sacrifices of parenting, but one that still galls me, is the vulnerability to sentiment, especially around the holidays. I try to fight it with snarky, yet seasonal, film choices. Read More
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A few days ago, Kim Kelly posted an interview on Noisey with Joseph Moconi, the linguist/poet behind the surreal poem performed exquisite corpse-like by a circle of narrators embedded in flowers. Individual phrases evoked the titles of paintings by Salvador Dalí and sculptures by Remedios Varo. They also sounded like black metal lyrics – because they were!