Posted on April 30, 2003 in Childhood
My bedroom window faced north, due north, towards the mountains. I could be certain of the directions because my town was founded by Mormons looking for an outlet to the sea for their theocratic democracy of Deseret.
Posted on April 30, 2003 in Book of Days Childhood Health
That’s the spot. That’s where you fell. You broke your arm on the sidewalk. You must tell that to Mom or else we’ll both be in trouble.
Posted on April 30, 2003 in Blogging
I think many of you are spending too much time and focusing too exclusively on politics.
Posted on April 30, 2003 in Blogging Crosstalk
I respect the right of news organizations to function as units and to act as centralized distributors of information. But every center point needs forces on the edges controlling its spin.
Posted on April 30, 2003 in Crosstalk Thinking
One editor is not an adequate test of the value of an idea. A trained corp of journalists is still not enough.
Posted on April 29, 2003 in Dreams
I’m walking down the street, out of a factory and past several places where I used to work, including a dusty used bookstore. I turn around and face a large crowd. I’m carrying a thick wooden baton with hexagonal faces. For some reason, when I attempt to carry it nonchalantly at my side, my arm keeps going up and I throw it over my shoulder like a gun. It’s not very long, no more than 18 inches. I wonder if I have some kind of neurological disorder which causes me to act like this when my hand clenches something.
Posted on April 29, 2003 in Book of Days Culture Daily Life Strange
Whispery grunts and then I stammer “Lynn. We don’t share those secrets, what we did before we married.”
Posted on April 29, 2003 in My Beard
I presume from this that Andrew feels the need to keep his face as hairless as his hind end, perhaps to justify the fact that he uses toilet paper to both wipe his nose and that other orifice.
Posted on April 29, 2003 in Atrocity Crosstalk Morals & Ethics War
I still maintain that I while I do not support “our boys” as they ransack Iraq, I also will not fling nasty epithets at them when they return home.
Posted on April 29, 2003 in Crosstalk Medical Ethics Social Justice
When I opened my eyes, my mother looked at me strangely and started unbuttoning my shirt. She gasped and buttoned it up again straight-away.
Posted on April 29, 2003 in Gratitude
In addition to my thanks to all who have linked, to all who will link, and all who will sign my guestmap on the left, let me say that after typing all that, my arm is sore as fuck. Good night and peace to all.
Posted on April 29, 2003 in Site News
All those people who loved Alice’s responses to my recent blogs will be pleased to know that she now has her own blog, hosted here at notfrisco2.com!
Click here to enjoy Alice’s Wonderland.