Month: May 2003
Oso Vista Canyon Road
Posted on May 31, 2003 in Book of Days Prose Arcana
Red light flickered across the bedroom wall, outlining the arthritic shadow of the live oak that had stood in the Fever’s front yard for centuries, before the government surveyors came up this canyon with their yellow transits to set benchmarks to show that the land was no longer wild, that it was partible into number quadrants.
Revitalizing the Blog
Posted on May 31, 2003 in Site News
I’ve been slowly going through the old blog entries and recategorizing stuff. When I started this blog, my aim was to ram everything into a few, general categories. Now I prefer specifics. The “Rants” category has been cropped out. The Reflections and Revelations is being broken up. I’ve added categories for “Attitudes”, “Identity”, “Liberty” and “Photography”. As I struggle with banging the pegs through the holes, I will doubtless have to come up with others.
In twenty two days, I celebrate this blog’s first anniversary. I don’t call it a “birthday” like some do — there was no pregnancy, no blood, and what came did not come out of a womb but the mind.
Like marriages, partnerships, organizations, and ideas.
On Solitude
Posted on May 31, 2003 in Crosstalk Reflections
fred titles his blog bit “Are you alone(r)?” I would answer “No. I’m just a human being with a rare perspective.”
Not Tonight
Posted on May 30, 2003 in Book of Days
What if — the age old question — is a rust-calloused heavy bolt key that I prefer not to pick up.
Guestbook Gratitude
Posted on May 30, 2003 in Gratitude
If you want to sign in, just find the appropriate button on the right. I love hearing from friendly, thoughtful people!
Gratitude
Posted on May 30, 2003 in Gratitude
I appreciate your links and I appreciate reciprocity. If I have missed someone, please speak up.
“Open” Shop and the Public Rise of Oligarchy
Posted on May 30, 2003 in Liberty
I think the beginning of the end of the last round of true democracy in America began when the open shop laws were passed in several states.
Before I was Born
Posted on May 29, 2003 in Book of Days Evolution & Creation Poems
Before I was born,
Before I was a curl in my mother’s womb,
Before I was a shrimp swimming in her uterine sea,
there was nothing.
Uppity Kittens
Posted on May 29, 2003 in Cats
The scarey part isn’t when she walks out beyond the rail and trots back and forth. It’s when Boadicea starts to play with a rattly thing down in the living room and Fiona leans over the edge, trying to decide if she should jump down to join us.
Flag Washing
Posted on May 29, 2003 in Appeals and Goodwill Citizenship Courage & Activism
Americans see the flag as themselves. Do something to the flag and it is done to them. This is why they become so irate when you destroy it
