Posted on August 27, 2003 in Book of Days Residences
I have no back yard in the sense of grass, rose bushes, hibiscus, peach trees, palms, and pines.
Posted on August 27, 2003 in Writing Groups
Critique groups meet to make better writers.
Posted on August 27, 2003 in Strange
I am speechless, to tell the truth. Utterly without comment or thought. Willing to let this stand on its own merits.
Posted on August 27, 2003 in Compassion Privacy Silicon Valley
Sometimes a quiet cry in your ear gets louder as it lingers in the mind. A friend said to me the other day: “Why is it that I have to give up my rights to privacy just because I am mentally ill?”
Posted on August 26, 2003 in Book of Days
The InterNet’s the dying god of the early 21st century, being killed again and again and revived by brutal financial fertility offerings.
Posted on August 26, 2003 in Crosstalk Ettiquette Sexuality
I don’t know exactly why Shelley found it offensive in the context of her own blatantly sexual remarks. I add that I don’t require an explanation. It suffices that Shelley announced that she found it offensive, that I had crossed her boundaries of propriety.
Posted on August 26, 2003 in California Watch Immigration
Before the war, Anglo-Americans insinuated themselves into lands owned by Mexico. Then they screamed persecution and brought the force of the United States to bear in favor of what was their minority rule. The land was seized — by force — from Mexico and ethnically cleansed of Latinos despite the assurances of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hildago.
Posted on August 26, 2003 in Quizzes
I knew that I couldn’t be a hippie. I never did the drugs and I didn’t have nearly enough sex with willing women.
Posted on August 26, 2003 in Cats
Virginia now licks Fiona as if she were annointing a prophetess.
Posted on August 25, 2003 in Anxiety Book of Days Writing Groups
Only rest will freeze it so that I can extract the lessons of the essence.
Posted on August 25, 2003 in Writing Groups
Listen to the critiques to see if there are holes that need to be filled or sentences that are truly tortured. Fill the holes and take the skewers out of the sentences. And stick up for what is good!
Posted on August 25, 2003 in Culture
I purchased this copy at Barnes and Noble over the weekend.